Travel: Friends with Benefits It’s Memorial Day, and that can only mean one thing- a country weekend.  Three days isn’t enough to make it to your yacht moored in the south of France, but it is time enough to tolerate those friends in your social circle that have access to more than an acre of land and a fully stocked bar.  These are the low dose people you can only take with fresh air and a significant supply of gin.  The Bootstrap Gentleman himself doesn’t have access to beach houses in Kiawah, but if he plays his cards right that doesn’t matter.   Sometimes one just needs to break free of the shackles of urban elitism, dust off the white bucks and take a midnight train to Georgia…er, to the tony suburbs of Manhattan. It is best to have a plan, or at least an awareness, of how things are going to go down on the farm.  First day: you really will tell yourself that you like this host.  First night: get drunk and talk about how much you hate city living. Second Day: spend time in the sun, feign a hangover and keep earbuds in.  Second night: get drunk and flirt with the house staff. Third day: embrace your host and hostess, thank them for a lovely weekend and get the hell out with what’s left of your dignity… and an aweseome tan. Green Acres is the place for us (on holiday weekends only).    Bootstrap and Garter Belt Gal (Coming to you live from the middle of nowhere)

Travel: Friends with Benefits

It’s Memorial Day, and that can only mean one thing- a country weekend.  Three days isn’t enough to make it to your yacht moored in the south of France, but it is time enough to tolerate those friends in your social circle that have access to more than an acre of land and a fully stocked bar.  These are the low dose people you can only take with fresh air and a significant supply of gin. 

The Bootstrap Gentleman himself doesn’t have access to beach houses in Kiawah, but if he plays his cards right that doesn’t matter.   Sometimes one just needs to break free of the shackles of urban elitism, dust off the white bucks and take a midnight train to Georgia…er, to the tony suburbs of Manhattan.

It is best to have a plan, or at least an awareness, of how things are going to go down on the farm.  First day: you really will tell yourself that you like this host.  First night: get drunk and talk about how much you hate city living. Second Day: spend time in the sun, feign a hangover and keep earbuds in.  Second night: get drunk and flirt with the house staff. Third day: embrace your host and hostess, thank them for a lovely weekend and get the hell out with what’s left of your dignity… and an aweseome tan.

Green Acres is the place for us (on holiday weekends only).   

Bootstrap and Garter Belt Gal (Coming to you live from the middle of nowhere)