It’s a Bird! It’s a Plane! It’s… Sarah Khan!

Check this story out in the current issue of Hamptons magazine.

As I step outside and march toward the awaiting mass of steel, I’m nearly deafened by the roar that welcomes me. The blades loom ominously close, cutting the air a mere inches from my head, and I pause, trying not to notice the cold sweat collecting at the back of my neck. I take a deep breath.

How the hell did I wind up here, anyway?

“Here” would be the 34th Street Metroport, a helipad on Manhattan’s east side—not some 18th-century-style beheading in France. And instead of walking somberly toward the guillotine, I’m approaching the nearly-as-menacing blades of the helicopter that’s purportedly waiting to whisk me off to the Hamptons. “It’s the only way to fly,” my editor had assured me before shooing me off to my seemingly enviable assignment. But from my vantage point right now, standing before this diminutive craft that looks no more imposing than my own five-foot-two-inch frame, I’m suddenly convinced that flying’s overrated. I think I’ll walk, I decide. The view of the ground is so much better up close. But instead I climb gingerly up the wobbly steps. After all, I’m wearing heels.

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