Selfishness On the 5th, we rode out to Montauk to see which little stores and restaurants had survived the winter, check out new openings, and pick up some of Duryea's chowdah for a light meal later. This sounds like a simple plan, but Himself is always shocked and outraged to discover that other people are driving on the same road as he, and at the same time, too. I think this may have to do with his being raised as an indulged only child, he prefers not to share highways. This is amusing at times, but out here in the summer it's dangerous, because of all the Very Important People who drive Very Important Cars and come East to indulge their sense of entitlement by running red lights and ignoring stop signs and local speed limits. On the one hand, this is good for local revenue because bounty-hunting local police lurk behind those beautiful trees and high boxwood hedges. On the other hand, when safety and the normal courtesies of the road are ignored, it can be a tense ride. We make up for this by letting old cars and trucks enter roads ahead of us, waving them on while a Master of the Universe with Trophy Wifelet and a matched pair of Accessory Young fumes and races his overpowered engine behind us. See, we are practicing generosity of spirit. In our own way.
Greed And dinner reservations... I don't expect to have dinner in a restaurant again until after Labor Day. Lunch is a possibility. There tends to be less drunken braying at lunch, and less of a wait. See? I'm avoiding a situation that would cause me to be impatient and spiteful.
We have been invited to a party which has a dress code, it's wear your favorite t-shirt. Oh, boy.