The beach club next door, the one I can see through the trees outside my window, is having a labor day party, the last and biggest party of the Hamptons season. With a barbeque and a bonfire on the beach.
With people playing guitars and singing around it.
While drinking cold ones.
And watching the sun set over the west end of the bay.
Spero meliora. Spero f@%kin' meliora.
Sent from my HTC PURE™, a Windows® phone on the other side of the trees.
The Inn of Infinite Sadness, or alternatively, Smudge and Hobbes' Traumatising Transcendental Transatlantic Trip. Being the adventures of two very large, unwillingly peripatetic, half-Bengal cats and their owner (of rather similar description) as they prepare to leave the North American continent in search of a new life in their (the cats, not the owner) ancestral homeland of Aneda. Sigh, what I won't do for a decent cup of tea.
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