• Who: Laura, Katie Gro, Bob, Teen, Jill, Patty, The Gilbert Cousins, Emily Kaye, Jenny Bursky, Kath, Hilary, Liz and Isabelle
• Where: Montauk, NY
• What: Delicious iced coffee at Montauk Bake Shop, california omelet, homefries for the table, lots of Teen’s quesadilla and Patty’s huevos rancheros

Many people go out of their way to never let worlds collide. Friends from work never meet friends from old work never meet friends from yoga never meet friends from college never meet friends from highschool who certainly never meet family of any kind. There are no introductions, no overlapping inside jokes and no competing stories. No fear of your colleagues finding out about the bald guy you kissed in 4th grade, and no stress that your gym buddies will ever tell your fam about the time you flipped off the spin bike and landed on the instructors lap.  Life is streamlined, simple and clear. 

And then on the other end of the spectrum is Laura Grossman. Living out what some might call a worst fear situation, Laura spent one of her last weekends as a single lady with not just one group of bffs, or two, or three, but what may possibly be the most convoluted combination of women ever brought onto this farthest remote tip of Long Island.  One sister, one grandma, three cousins, one best family friend, one soon-to-be sister-in-law of best family friend, three best friends from growing up, five best friends from current life and one best friend from college, many of whom have lived together, worked together, are otherwise related and/or know each other through some entirely different way. The ultimately complicated life friend family tree.

So does one handle such a intertwined group that encompasses all 28 years of Laura’s space time continuum?  Two ways: 1) take everyone to a place that is plentiful in sand, sun, food, wine and top 40 music 2) trust that you have excellent, discerning taste and that everyone you love will seamlessly love each other by the end of the weekend.

AAAAAND… that is what happened. The rumbling started that morning when Laura’s posse walked to coffee at the Montauk Bake Shoppe. It grew even stronger as the final exit was made through the awkward gift store at Bird on the Roof towards the beach, and finally became a full growl the second someone started ordering margaritas at the Sloppy Tuna. And trust me, by the end of the night [photos unavailable for publishing] that ultimately complicated life friend family tree had come crashing down to form the biggest venn diagram that anyone had ever seen. And what’s more fun than a good venn diagram?!?! Not much, except a weekend in Montauk hearing about when Logro kissed that bald guy in 4th grade and fell off the bike at the gym—and having a good laugh with ALL her ladies about it.