Check out my oozily refreshing column in which I describe the latest sin-sational action in familiar summer getaways from Cherry Grove to Bridgehampton to the North Fork to my beloved apartment.
They’re all swarming, expensive, and positively broiling, but lots of fun — including my beloved apartment.
Special celebrity drop-ins include Lance Bass (who was nice), the Real Housewives of NYC (who were revealing), boys in underwear (who were very revealing), and a naked statue!
Throw in some stretchy sexual aids, a pair of ruby slippers, and two condoms by my bed, and you’ve got the wildest weekend since the Where the Boys Are remake.
But better.