South Beach meets New England

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My kids were piecefully playing that evening on the local Darien school playground when a dog came running to us. It was one of these fat cute neutered family-friendly dogs that just stay puppies 'till the die. I heard "he's friendly! he's friendly" screaming lady owner who came dashing after him. At first I though it was a mix, but the lady owner jumped ahead saying it's a very rare red labrador to prevent such awful thoughts. She was as friendly just as her dog chatting non-stop and 5 minutes later I became familiar with this dog's pedigree, sleeping and pooping habits, favorite food and his baby pictures.

The only thing I really paid attention to was that this royalty dog was limping really badly and could barely walk. I asked the lady that happened conserning if this dog been in accident. She was happily to announce that it was just an "improvement" his vet recommended: replace a hip. It turns out that all labs, german sheperds and boxers were created by nature the way they need a hip replacement surgery once in a lifetime. She cheerfully explained that EVERY dog on her block had this surgery. It's like you are obligated to do it if you own one of these breeds. She said that their legs created too low to handle all these pressure and eventually they all hurt their knees. I asked how much did it cost (out of curiosity) and it turned out to be $10,000!!!!! Of course you can do a cheep surgery for $4,500 but the leg may fall out - there's no guearntee. And some people actually trying to save money on their dogs this way, cheep unhuman irresponsible bastards! her face turned red when she spoke about her neighbors who didn't go for a "whole package" and now their poor dog is set to suffer 'till rest of his life.

OK, I don't care if reach people throw away their money to pet knee surgery (even though there are thousands of kids dying every day simply because they can't get the medication not to mention surgeries). At this time I concern about poor dogs. Just because vets need more money it doesn't meen dogs have to suffer. Why do they have to go through totally unnecessary surgery??? Pleeeeese, don't tell me that every lab needs an artificial hip. Dogs are dogs. God help them here in sweet town of Darien.

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Another beautiful Sunday morning on Compo Beach, Westport. I love going there before 10 am since it's mostly empty. The majority of Westport residents are attending church services (they're all good citizens after all!) and my kids can have a beach playground to themselves. As I mentioned before, Westport has a rather strict dress code: polos, Lilly outfits for girls (God forbid your child is wearing something from GAP!) and Crocs on their little feet. I personally feel that Crocs are ugly. OK, colorful ugly. Even for kids. My husband has different taste in clothing and he accidentally bough them in NYC for a little one. But they're NOT CROCS! Poor thing had no idea that it's very sinful to buy CROCS-look-alike for a little child. He had no clue. He thought they're adorable and cheap. So Emily wore them.
While little angel was swinging on the tire the old lady appeared and asked if I am a mother or a nanny. After I politely acknowledged her about my relationship to these two blond children she shook her head and said how some parents could be irresponsible. She pointed out that Emily's shoes were not ORIGINAL CROCS!!!! Damn, that little alligator on the side was missing!!!! How on the earth she could notice that???? Anyway, she said that it's dangerous to wear "fake ones" since only CROCS are made from bacteria-resistant rubber. OMG, my child was definitely in the danger. Thank you, ladies of Westport for keeping an eye on such important things.
And kudos to CROC's marketing people. Great brainwashing, folks! Keep up a good work.
Gee, I miss South Beach.

OK, here it goes... After one year of living here, in sweet pink bubble called Westport, I finally ready to summarize what's wrong with this cozy little town. I don't think I will be able to do it in one post so I will start with reason number one:
1. Snobby and very unhappy people live here.
Come to the Compo beach - the center of summer activities of the town of Westport. You'll see people dressing like there is the only shop in 100 mile radius and all they sell are RL polos.
Westport is a lovely town where for 2 mln dollars can buy you 1,500 sq.f house and local boutiques won't sell anything cheaper then average person's weekly paycheck.
These peoples lives are spent at parties, charity balls, renovating their enormous colonial style homes homes, playing tennis and polo, and getting their hair done every day.
I love visiting Compo Beach during weekdays afternoons. All local "Alpha Mothers" bring their perfectly groomed children to play in the park. Actually there are nannies who watch kids. All these mommies sit sipping their Starbucks and gossip.
My physician once mentioned me that there no busier doctors in Westport than shrinks. Prozac and Zoloft are part of daily menu of these sweet and calm folks. It took me a while to figure out what's wrong with this picture. I don't know where to start . There are too many factors to mention: religion, way they were brought by, traditions... All that shit that makes them feel proud and special.
To be continued...

I just felt in love in these cufflinks.
I can't believe they sell something cool and fresh at Barney's for $300 a piece. I would totally buy it for my husband, but no way on Earth he is going to wear them.
Wall street folks, any brave ones to experiment at the office?

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I had to share:


I think this is most talented young singer I ever seen in my life. I hope this girl make it big.

No, nothing horrible happened, I am just happy to return to the office tomorrow... No screaming kids, no sticky sand on my feet, no BBQ smell on my hair - all the stuff most people love. I survived the trip to Bear Mountains Park today. We left Vera (my nanny) home and took the challenge to do it on our own. Bad idea. The beach was packed, kids were cranky, I left sunblock at home... Wearing Manolos and white capris was a VERY bad idea. Actually originally we left home for a shopping trip to NYC but decided to go to a picnic on the half way from Westport.
Anyway, glad to be at work tomorrow, bright and early... Summer hours at Vertrue mean I should be there at 8 am :)

Here are my kids playing in "snow" on chilly May evening..