First and foremost I would like to apologize for the long break (sometimes I take a daycation from blogging, either because I am really tired, somewhat or completely annoyed, or there's nothing worth telling).
Sometimes Gunk Haus needs a break, and so do we. So we went to the Hamptons (if you've never watched Seinfeld, nor are familiar with New York's geography, the Hamptons are on the east end of Long Island), actually Montauk, which isn't the Hamptons, but it's where the Hamptons go to relax.
The Hamptons on a weekend in July are a mad house. The only reason why you would want to come here is that you are young and stupid, want to be seen, want to get drunk, or you have a house here and feel compelled to make a showing once in a while (alright, it's more than one reason, but who's counting). We came here for none of these reasons. E!'s sister (and husband) had rented a house here, and they had asked us whether we would want to tag along, and we did.
Being at the beach is quite relaxing, sticking your feet in the sand, listening to the sound of the waves, watch the seagulls carry away your neighbor's bag of chips. Ahhh, what a mind-cleansing atmosphere.