The boys of the Randolph threw a raucous, boozy pool party at Sole East in Montauk on Saturday. Despite the intermittent rain, the weekend turned into a 48-hour rager reminiscent of college spring breaks/Vegas weekends I’d sooner forget/Hangover the Movie. Am now sipping green tea in pajamas with La Mer slathered onto my face (a.k.a. recovery mode).
How did the tiger get into the bathroom?
