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nd　you　know　what　that　means：　New　York　City　is　officiallyhot；　hot；　hot　。　Not

that　I　would　actually　know。　My　friends　and　I　have　spent　the　last　month　hiding　out　in　our　quaint

beach　houses　in　the　dunes　of　Montauk　and　in　little　country　cottages　on　Gin　Lane　in

Southampton？and　bylittle　I　mean　eight　bedrooms　and　five　baths；　of　course？soaking　up　the　summer

sun　and　working　on　our　Bain　de　Soleil　tans。

So　who　are　we？　If　you　really　have　to　ask；　then　the　question　is；　Darling；　where　have　youbeen　？

We？re　the　girls　in　batik…print　Marni　sundresses；　nursing　our　hangovers　with　Veuve　Clicquot

mimosas　under　wide…brimmed　straw　Philip　Treacy　hats　while　we　watch　the　show…jumping　at　the

Hampton　Classic。　We？re　the　crowd　skinny…dipping　on　Main　Beach　at　daybreak；　waking　up　at　2

p。m。　and　going　to　bed　at　6　a。m。？who　has　time　to　sleep　when　there　are　so　many　poolside　soirees　to

attend？　We？re　the　ones　you　love　to　look　at？not　to　mention　talk　about？and　we？re　at　our　summer

best。

But　summer？s　almost　over；　and　change　is　in　the　air。　The　Hamptons　are　emptying　out；　the

jet…setters　are　jetting　back　from　Europe　（by　private　jet；　of　course）；　and　our　families？　decorators　are

already　out　there　collecting　samples　for　us　to　choose　from　for　our　dorm　room　d？cor。　Yup；　the

countdown　has　officially　begun：　in　just　ten　days　the　most　recent　graduates　of　Manhattan？s　most

exclusive　private　schools　are　headed　to　college。　Pretty　soon　you？ll　find　us　settling　into　our　dorm

rooms　on　Ivy　League　campuses　across　New　England；　the　first　fallen　leaves　crunching　beneath　our

new；　camel…colored　Coach　riding　boots　as　we　stride　purposefully　to　classes　with　names　like

Explorations　in　the　Romantics　and　Chaos　Theory。