Posted by Carly Kuhn
Can a lazy New Yorker transition into a Hampton-er? We’ll see… Maybe now that I have a license. And an internship at Hampton Style - a magazine that requires a decent idea of what’s cool out East.
Pink Elephant, TenJune, Stereo by the Beach…. These are not words in my summer vocabulary. (I believe two of these names may actually even be the same club?).
I have spent my summers in Quogue since I could utter the word “taxi” (seriously, this, as I learned from my mother a few years back, was actually one of my first words spoken as a youngin!).
However, my version of “Summer in the Hamptons” is not quite the same as what most people expect. I mean, the word “Hampton” is nowhere to be found in the name Quogue, so I guess I have somewhat of an excuse.
I am from New York City, a city where nightlife is just a finger-in-the-air, swiping of the metro card, or strolling distance away. It’s been 3 years since I’ve been eligible for a license, but why bother! Manhattan is a perfect and easy location to live in without your own form of transportation.
However, today marked the first day I drove alone in my car. Legal ‘n all. Now I can get around New York, and with the wonders of technology, GPS navigation, I can get around the Hamptons just by the click of a button.
Then again, my boss scolded me today to sit down “for only 20 minutes to look at a map…” A WHOLE 20 MINUTES!? The thought of translating pictures and lines on a piece of paper into the reality of the road scares me.
Anyways, back to my point (rather my stream of consciousness), I have yet to really explore The Hamptons. One thing is for sure, Quogue is no where near anything.
Additionally, it is hard for me to be motivated to attend these so-hot-right-now clubs, when there is so much effort that goes into the final result: getting in.
First, I am not of age, secondly, I refuse to buy a table. Thirdly, well that’s all I have right now. But, no longer able to use the excuse, “I don’t have my license!,” am I ready to venture out of Quogue and into the Hamptons? Two words: Baby steps.
June 19th, 2007 at 2:10
dont be one of those guys, they are not that cool
June 19th, 2007 at 3:12
Let me add another downside to partaking of the club life in the Hamptons. The men, for one, can be compared to any scary predator you can think of — sharks, wolves, or any assortment of large felines come to mind. Like a puma in the night, stalking its prey, men will stare women (aka meat) down from across the room. And as their bait, they try to reel you in with some sleezy “compliment,” or if you’re lucky, an ass grab. If you’re into that, however, the club is every woman’s oyster.
A piece of advice for any girl or guy who’s into the so-hot-right-now clubs: don’t bother if you’re underage, unless you’re a cute female. Ironically, this brings me back to my original point.
December 12th, 2008 at 7:38
Carly, is this really you? It’s Catherine, I was your nannie in NY when you were 3 till 5. I would love to get in touch with you. I would spend the summer with you in Quague. And I do agree with Katie, the men are ferocious. If ever wanting a relationship of substance you won’t find it in a club in the Hamptons! Please email me at hollidayend@aol.com. Hope to here from you it’s been so long. I want to hear all about you and your family. By the way, I’m living in San Diego, CA right now. I love it.