The weekend was pretty awesome. My first trip out to the Hamptons. Something I've been curious about and still feeling like somewhat of a sell-out just for entertaining the thoughts. Who goes to the Hamptons but rich and extremely shallow people and those who love them? Apparently not so rich and shallow people who have friends with a place out there.

I went into the city Friday night, hung out with Husani and slept at the office. We were supposed to leave a little after 8 and there was no way I would've gotten in there in time. Sascha showed up around 8, we packed our stuff in the car and started off. One quick stop at Sascha's apartment for his dog and we were on our way to the Hamptons. There wasn't much traffic and it was actually pretty cool driving out. Husani and I slept for a while and woke up just before getting to Watermelon. The house is a really nice one-level. Warm and anything but museum-like. Small yard with a path and stairs to the lake, a good-size pool and a pool house I felt like moving into. Most of the day was pretty much spent lying around the pool. I hadn't been swimming in ages so I took advantage of the opportunity. It wasn't half as hot and humid out there as the city. And there was a constant breeze blowing over the lake.

Late afternoon, we picked up some groceries, came back and took the canoe out on the lake. Absolutely beautiful. We even took Sassy (Sascha's dog) out with us. I think she has a thing for Husani. I'd never been canoeing before. It really was beautiful. Magazine-beautiful. Glossy. Out there on the water, swans paddling nearby. Of course, it was then I realized none of us had brought a camera. We even joked, standing there on the dock while getting the canoe in the water that it felt like an Abercrombie & Fitch ad. Husani grinning, posing with an oar. His dreadlocks hanging heavily over the top of his life-vest.

Sascha fired up the grill and barbecued steak and chicken for dinner. The evening was nothing like I expected. For some reason I saw us going to some stupid beach party or something. I saw myself sitting alone and praying to go back to the city. But it wasn't anything like that. It was a weekend to relax and rejuvenate. Not one to party and get drunk. We watched a french movie Sascha brought with him. He fell asleep less than halfway through.

I can't remember the title. I think it was "Time Out" or something. It involved this guy Vincent who was laid-off, told his family he had a new job with the U.N. and got his friends to 'invest' in a project he was working on. It was insane. And he wasn't like just paying his bills or anything, he was buying tons of other crap and even bought a car. All he did during the day was drive around, take naps in his car and sometimes follow people into office buildings.

For the first time in a long while I actually woke up before noon on a Sunday. Sascha thought it would be nice to take a bike ride to the beach. For some reason, I can't remember why we didn't. A flat tire or the lack of a third bike. We packed and cleaned up before going to the beach.

The beach was ok. Not great. Being from the Caribbean makes most other beaches seem inadequate. We hung out for a while. Sascha and Husani went into the water. I stayed on my towel with the dog. It was good for people-watching. There was this guy across from me talking on his cell phone and using his laptop. I thought it was silly and smirked, wishing he got sand in his keyboard for being so stupid. He squinted and bent his screen back and forth under very bright sunlight.

Came back, packed our stuff in the car and headed back to the city. Driving by the big houses and strawberry fields. Houses getting smaller and streets busier. Didn't take long to get back. Or maybe it only seemed that way because I slept during most of the drive through Long Island.

The city was hotter and more humid than I remembered. But I actually couldn't wait to get home. I didn't stay at the office long. My throat was scratchy (I think from cigarette smoke) and I felt sweaty and gross. I had collected two large white feathers on my trip. They stuck out of my backpack and made me smile thinking about the whole Angel Boi thing.