Sunday was the Fire Island portion of Northern Decadence. In Manhattan, the Ivy League Crew was planning an actual beach trip, but the Long Island gays weren’t planning to get there from Westbury til like 4. On another part of Long Island, ‘Trish was supposed to be taking us (i.e., Gubment Cheese, his boy, and me) to Fire Island on his boat, but we found out when he met us at Gubment Cheese’s place that he was aiming for the straight part of Fire Island. “The Pines would take, like, 4 hours to get to.” Ditch.
They drop me off at the train station, but it’s another half hour before a train to Babylon comes, and then another 20 min til the connecting train to Sayville comes. Of course, none of the Long Island Gays “had room” to pick me up, so I ended up getting to the Pines around 5. I caught up with half of the Ivy League Crew and brought them to 13 Atlantic Ave., which was having another open bar promotional party. What we didn’t know was that this was their star-studded auction!
And I gave Colton Ford the Shocker. And he liked it.
Med School Mess was once again living up to her name. I could barely understand a word she was saying, and she was (literally) tripping over her words. That was a bad look when she fell on her ass in the middle of the party. She went back to the beach with Taye Diggs to get the rest of the Crew, and came back all bedazzled with sand glitter. Cute.
I was looking for an eligible bachelor with ass to spare.
Morehead decided to volunteer.
And then that girl from the Pussycat Dolls showed up!
But, Simba refused to be upstaged. Then things started falling apart. Girls started taking their clothes off.
And then Mimi Imfurst fell (I mean, that bitch fell hard!).
And someone stole her shoes! Well, when a gangsta loses a friend, he tips his 40 to his memory. When a drag queen falls, we drop a feather from our boa.
Well, it was all too much for us to handle, so we left for High Tea. We get to the colored entrance back staircase to High Tea, and Bologna meets us outside: “Come to this house party!” Snobby crowd with $9 drinks or free liquor and a pool? Not a hard choice there. Not sure what the connection was to this house, but the Long Island Gays had been hanging out there all day.
Wait, where is the rest of the Ivy League Crew, and why is Med School Mess stumbling behind us? Shit! She’s way too drunk to go to someone’s house she doesn’t know!
Well, before we even had a who-invited-her moment due to Med School Mess's drunkenness, the owner saw the black girls coming and kicked everybody out (okay, okay, that might not have been the real reason, but I like my version better, so we’ll go with that). Bologna’s like, “Fuck this; Cherry Grove [the Lesbian equivalent of the Pines] has later ferries. Let’s go there!” Luckily BRITney appeared and agreed to guide Med School Mess (who had lost her bag… all she had was the speedo she was wearing and her footwear) back to Manhattan. PEACE!
The road from Fire Island to Cherry Grove is not an easy one. In fact, it’s not even a road. It’s this wooded trail called the Meat Rack. This is where you go to hook up if a) you both have a roommate at your house that you can’t sexile, b) you don’t have a house/room or c) you and your significant other want to “spice things up”. The whole time, we heard all kinds of grunts and sighs and saw guys stumbling out of bushes guided only by the light of their mobile phones (luckily, Urban Sprawl wasn't one of them, especially after this).
The rest of the night was pretty great. We went to some club at in the Grove that had a surprising number of men, and I ended up back at the Westbury Estate on the couch (which may or may not have been better than the pile of couch cushions that Daredevil had arranged on the floor).
Did I mention that for some god-awful reason, we were up and active at 10:30am Monday morning? Yeah.
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A good thing that Blackout and I weren't necessarily in the same vicinity cuz I was surely doing something triflin' at the house.
As for the High Tea.....well let's just say a water bottle full of Bacardi 151 was almost empty and it happened between the hours of 4:30 and 7:30ish (or whenever we went to High Tea). That would help explain the antics of MSM and myself. That's IN ADDITION to the alcohol already consumed at the beach.
Yeah, I was not about to go to no house party or stumble through the Meat Rack in my condition. I've done enough at High Tea already. And of course I lose my charger somewhere so my phone dies....there goes yet another electronic device.
Need I mention I was still drunk even after arriving at Penn Station? Or that I tried going to Hiro but instead ended up wandering the streets incoherently drunk till 3?
Those stretching pics reminded me of porn. But the 'volunteer' had me cracking up!
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