As a child growing up in a part of America as far away from the Hamptons as physically possible (at least within the contiguous United States), my imagination of the Hamptons is probably the equivalent of how the rest of the world imagines the US after watching some Disney films. Basically an amalgamation of Ina Garten and Gossip Girl.
Truthfully, I was well into my 20s before I could point to where the Hamptons are on a map. And it wasn’t until a few weeks ago that I realized it’s called the Hamptons because there are multiple parts of it. So it goes without saying that I don’t run in the circles that allow for summer parties in the Hamptons, it feels as foreign as a different country. But when the opportunity comes to trek out, even just for a day, and escape the suffocating bustle of tourist season in the city and the unforgiving heat of summer, you take it.