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.
This article from the Village Voice Archive was posted on July 6, 2011