Friends, I had a “you not gonna believe this” weekend in the Hamptons last weekend! So a group of us drove out on Sat for AlyG’s friend Kerri’s birthday. There were seven of us chicks! Once we got out there we hung out at the house for a while then it was time to hit the town. Things pretty much wind down after Labor day there. Lots of places close for the winter so your choices for dining and fun are limited. Kerri’s friend Stan (also known around town as “The Mayor” although not actually the mayor) lives in West Hampton and he suggested we go to a place called “The Patio” where there was an 80s band playing that night. So the 7 of us get ready, call a cab aka a beat up old van with a driver that was probably too old to drive and head to The Patio. We walk in and quickly realize that we are the youngest people there and that 80s band is more like an oldies band. We are already there and so we decide to stay for dinner and drinks. It was actually pretty fun, we danced and met the locals and kind of added some life to the place. By about midnight we decided we had all the fun we could handle with the baby boomers and asked where we could go for a little younger crowd. Stan said that pretty much everything was closed however, there was some music coming from a building a few blocks over.
That was good enough for us! We walked down the street, followed the music and into what looked like a sweet little cafe. As we walked in we suddenly realized that we were the only people there who spoke English. It was Mexican night at the local cafe and all of the local migrant workers were kickin back and drinkin a few while they listened to the Bueno band. I would say there were about 30 men and one woman at this place. Our group decided this was the best it was going to get at this point (about 1:00 am) so we decided to take advantage of the music and dance! After about 20 minutes of all the people staring at us a few guyes came over and danced with us. At this point a fight almost broke out between what looked like the Cripps and Bloods (Local Hampton chapter). Once the tempers died down it was back to watching the white girls dance. Oh yeah, did I mention that there was a guy in the middle of the room passed out on the table? So after about an hour and a weak attempt at trying to bridge the language barrier we decided we had enough and called a cab (actually it was the same old guy with the beat up van) to come pick us up! We got home and everyone pretty much went to bed.