The only thing better than being rich is having a rich friend. A few years ago, my rich friend invited me to his family’s lake house for a 4th of July weekend.
This place was on a island in the middle of the lake, with 3 other houses, and could only be accessed by boat. There was one long dock, where all the residents slipped their boats, and then a small road that connected the front doors of the houses, with a big cul-de-sac in the middle.
When I say “lake house”, I mean “mansion”. I know we were sleeping 12 people in our house, and everyone had a bed (the couples doubled-up). Indoor & outdoor kitchens, infinity hot tub, etc.
The first few days of the weekend were us just day drinking, sleeping, eating, boating, repeat. We had stocked the house with supplies, and could call a service to ferry more food & booze to us. Since all the girls in our group were with the boyfriends/wives, I wasn’t expecting a hook-up.
On the night of the 4th, it turns out that all the residents throw a “block party” in the cul-de-sac, each rich family trying to out-do each other. Pig roasts, champagne bars, etc. It was crazy.