Wednesday, September 8, 2010
I was lucky enough to be a guest at a friend's house that was nothing short of...well, fun! Great hospitality is also part of this groove here in Weekapaug. Mid-morning, friends would arrive, or leave from the night before. After our hellos and goodbyes, we'd all retreat to the beach. With Hurricane Earl no longer a threat, the skies were full of sun and an amazing shade of blue. Its a good thing everyone had their Knot sunglasses!
The thing about Weekapaug is that everyone pitches in and lends a hand. Several times I caught myself standing and watching everyone help everyone else, all while cracking jokes and making conversation. Whether it was helping someone carry a grill or softball gear, or tossing in a couple bucks when a wallet wasn't where it should be, everyone was willing to pitch in. It really reminded me of my hometown, which doesn't often happen.
We blew out the tiki torches around 10am, shared a few Knotty tales from the night before while laying in the yard and piled in the suburban like one big happy family to grab some food and go for a drive. What followed was golf for the guys and naps and beach time for the girls…a perfect way to ease into the afternoon.
We all came together again on the deck at Weekapaug Golf Club and a lobster and steak dinner with my friend's family was planned. While having a few sociables, we shared stories of great times back in college and great times to look forward too. The friends I have now are the friends I'll have for life, no questions asked. Each story ended with everyone laughing. I'm sure you've all been there before, around a dinner table that's better than any bar in the world. Before the plates were cleared we could hear voices of people coming up the driveway and another beer pong tournament was soon underway. It was around 1am that the last of the lobster was polished off, the last story was told, and a sleeve of homemade cookies were devoured.
Monday was upon us and it was a toss up between tennis and the open water. Our energy levels were slightly down and the once two dozen strong crew now had dwindled down to around seven - a perfect number to head out on the boat and do a little tubing and shark spotting. After brunch at The Cooked Goose, we drifted off the shores of Watch Hill and scoped out gorgeous sail boats skimming in and out of different harbors. By four o'clock, we all came to a pile on the bow of our vessel and soaked in the last rays of the day before heading to shore.
I met at least a dozen people over the weekend and definitely talked to over a dozen more. Since then I've received a handful of emails wishing me well with Knot and thanking me for the sunglasses. The charities raised some money, everyone smiled and laughed each day, and the stories I can't share here will be told Labor Day Weekend after Labor Day Weekend. Thanks to all who Got Knotty and to all you beachheads who defined for me what "Weekapaug Love" really means.