8/17/14

Estivation

I'm pretty sure several guys at the party were wearing loafers without socks, weathered nantucket red shorts, and oxfords with the sleeves up. If any of the girls didn't have a pastel sweater around her neck, I didn't see her.

While I didn't exactly feel uncomfortable -- I'd known some of them for years through my cousins -- I didn't quite fit in either. They grew up among big money in Watch Hill and Westerly, RI. There was probably a Chip there. Maybe even a Muffy or Madison.

But I was new in town so it was nice to meet people.

One dude came over and we went through the usual questions: name, connections to the party, jobs. Then he said it. "Where do you summer?"

Without meaning to be a jerk I said the first thing that came to mind. "I didn't know it was a verb."


He walked away.
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