nd you know what that means： New York City is officiallyhot； hot； hot 。 Not
that I would actually know。 My friends and I have spent the last month hiding out in our quaint
beach houses in the dunes of Montauk and in little country cottages on Gin Lane in
Southampton？and bylittle I mean eight bedrooms and five baths； of course？soaking up the summer
sun and working on our Bain de Soleil tans。
So who are we？ If you really have to ask； then the question is； Darling； where have youbeen ？
We？re the girls in batik…print Marni sundresses； nursing our hangovers with Veuve Clicquot
mimosas under wide…brimmed straw Philip Treacy hats while we watch the show…jumping at the
Hampton Classic。 We？re the crowd skinny…dipping on Main Beach at daybreak； waking up at 2
p。m。 and going to bed at 6 a。m。？who has time to sleep when there are so many poolside soirees to
attend？ We？re the ones you love to look at？not to mention talk about？and we？re at our summer
best。
But summer？s almost over； and change is in the air。 The Hamptons are emptying out； the
jet…setters are jetting back from Europe （by private jet； of course）； and our families？ decorators are
already out there collecting samples for us to choose from for our dorm room d？cor。 Yup； the
countdown has officially begun： in just ten days the most recent graduates of Manhattan？s most
exclusive private schools are headed to college。 Pretty soon you？ll find us settling into our dorm
rooms on Ivy League campuses across New England； the first fallen leaves crunching beneath our
new； camel…colored Coach riding boots as we stride purposefully to classes with names like
Explorations in the Romantics and Chaos Theory。