I'm trying hard to beat the Monday morning blues, and it's more difficult than usual because I had such a great weekend out in East Hampton.
I enjoy nothing more than a house filled with giant laughs, meals around a big table, and a healthy dose of playful teasing. Throw in afternoons at the pool and a few refreshing cocktails, and I call that perfection. That's what the weekend was all about.
When we drove down Mill Hill Lane last night, we were all sad to leave. When we could see the Manhattan skyline a couple hours later, we agreed it wasn't so bad to be returning to the city.
But still. It kinda was.
I couldn't get to sleep last night. It was too quiet. I needed to hear the laughter and the clink of glasses from the last ones to call it a night.