club deli traffic jam

Having been back to being a local for about six months now, i'm realizing how incredibly screwed up everything gets on summer weekends, especially holiday ones. I haven't lived out here in six years, so I believe I blocked out all the negative things about living out here from my memory bank.

Case in point: This morning, I hit up the deli, the same deli i've been going to since I got back, for my Sunday special - baconeggcheeseonarollsaltpepper. The line was full of girls from share rentals with their meat head boyfriends with tribal tattoos, of course they were wearing booty shorts which read things like "sexy" "juicy" or "diva". Gross. In addition to that, you had your stereotypical Hamptons weekenders - complete with straw hat, Nantucket Reds and gucci loafers, and then there were us. I gave a head nod of recognition to a kid I went to elementary school with who was behind the counter. He, of course, got my order straight away, even though I was pretty far back in the line. Nobody noticed, except me and him. The rude people - and this could be me, being that I was a line cutter, but i'm not getting into ethical debates here - just kept chattering on about "going to the club" and "having the nanny drop the children at the club". Two different types of clubs, obviously, from two significantly different types of people. I got my order and snuck out.

Typically, i'll head to a beach and eat my breakfast while relaxing, staring at the bay and checking out the placidity of the water. It's a holiday weekend. That doesn't happen. Instead, a five minute trip turned into a twenty minute trip, and every third car I passed was a Benz or a pimped out Honda playing techno way too loudly. What the hell happened to my town?! Agh.

Tonight i'm unsure whether to go out. My excursion today pretty much soured me on going out to mingle, and being that most people have been drinking all day and night for the past 2 days, i'm not sure if I should go out. Plus, I will suck it up and deal with all the idiots tomorrow at the Boardy Barn, which is deserving of a blog entry all its own.

My friend Megan, who is also a prodigal daughter, is coming back for the summer next week-ish from Portland, Oregon. I am hoping she would like to get in on this blog as well, as she is a much better writer and much better drinker than myself.