Last Friday afternoon, I arrived on Long Island via a car ferry from Connecticut during a torrential rain storm. On Sunday afternoon, I returned on the same ferry during a torrential rain storm. But every minute in between the ferries: Blue skies, with various degrees of harmless cloudiness. The type of heavenly, fresh weather that I thrive in.
It was my Bachelorette weekend, the first official matrimonial event as well as the first spate of meteorological good luck. And speaking of luck, how lucky I am to have such clever, fun, and good-looking attendants? We frolicked on the beach, in maritime forests, in bizarre Long Island supermarkets, and in the tasting rooms of wineries.
Did you know that Long Island has over 40 wineries? It makes economic sense that a traditionally agriculture community would develop vineyards to cater to the vacationing upscale folk who flock to its beaches and natural beauty, but I remain doubtful of the integrity of Long Island grapes. Although, I did taste a Merlot that almost changed my mind about all Merlots.
I promised the male strippers that I’d keep a bulk of the pictures private, but pictured below are two swans who swam past as we lounged on our semi-private beach, and a row of Long Island grapes destined to become heavily-oaked Merlot or Chardonnay.
