I Went on a Drunken Pilgrimage Inspired By the Real Housewives of New York
A breakup and my 36th birthday sent me to Newport, Rhode Island, to live like the rich, white, yapping socialites I hold in my heart. "Are you here alone?" asked a woman. She was so compelled by my lone state on a morning mimosa sail (italics seem necessary to capture the easy listening FM essence of …