What a lovely Saturday in Westhampton where we pursued our dreams of living the big life.
First, we sipped single malt whiskey and ice wine from Canada, followed by a chaser of Argentinian Malbec and a flask of rum. Heavy drinking always puts us in the mood for shopping.
So we contemplated fractional ownership of a private jet.
And the practicalities of an Aston Martin convertible.
We decided that the Brooks Brothers "Country Club" collection was too tame for our tastes, but Marc's trip down the runway much more inline with our high style.
Then we had the wrong train schedule and had to recover from a day of oysters and champagne at the edge of the tracks until it finally came and whisked us back to our pied-a-tierre in town.