a very crowded Low Tea

I arrived at Penn Station just after the 10:45 call time on the Facebook invite for our first beach trip of the '09 season. Most of the usual suspects weren’t available, but Urban Sprawl had recruited a couple of gays that don’t usually hang with us. At 11:10, we left on the Babylon train, and the Queens Gays met us at Jamaica station on the way to Freeport.

Kunta Kente, a guy who went from a random hookup at Gay Pride 3 years ago to a semi-boyfriend for the rest of the summer before he moved back to New England to get his 3^rd Ivy League Degree (class of ’03), was supposed to be coming with his boyfriend. He had emailed Urban Sprawl and me that he couldn’t bear to get more than 2 nights of less than 9 hours of sleep (such a familiar response), so they’d be joining us later.  My response: That’s real nice, hun. That’s. Real. Nice.

The beach was pretty uneventful. We joked, we drank, we got dirty looks from our neighbors. A hairy silver daddy asked us to watch his stuff at one point.

Around 3:30 or so, dark clouds started to gather. No one really paid attention until we could see the actual downpour from the clouds, and the system looked like it was moving our way. We started packing up our shit, but we realized Urban Sprawl and a few others had gone for a jog.

“A jog?! Weren’t they just drinking?! I hope their stuff doesn’t get wet before they get back!”

Okay, I’m not that cruel. I started throwing their stuff into bags (with no help from anyone else, I might add) to carry back with us, but they eventually showed up. The storm passed us by, leaving us dry but with no sun. I was over it.

Of course, right as we got to the changing station, Kunta Kente called to say they made it. We briefly saw each other before half the boys left for the LIRR and the other half camped out in the straight section of the beach (?!). I went to the train as well, but I was headed east: to FiPi.

Waiting for our trains, we spotted some girls who had left the beach but were determined to take advantage of the returning sun.

This is the level of class I expect to see from a Long Island Lady.

Train, train, ferry, ferry, arrival at the Fire Island Pines. The Long Island Gays had gotten a house and had actually extended me an overnight visit. For those of you not familiar with the scene, FiPi gays are very… let’s say selective about who can spend a night in their houses. Luckily, everyone in the house was already friends, so there was much less who-invited-her factor to deal with. And of course, I brought a bottle of vodka (an actual bottle, not a Gatorade bottle) to show my appreciation.

I passed them on the Boardwalk because no one could wait for me to drop off my stuff at the house (hey, I understand… Low Tea only happens once a day), and they gave me directions. They were literally about 5 houses down from the Architect (which meant they were close to the end of civilization).

I dropped off my stuff and joined everyone at a very crowded Low Tea. Everyone seemed to have beers in their hands. . o O (Did you guys not just leave a house full of liquor? Pre-game or pack a Gatorade bottle, dude!) Then the poppers came out. Yes, half the girls around me were sniffing poppers on the dance floor and giggling like crazy about it. It was actually kind of funny because it was more of a point-at-yourself-and-say-WTF type of situation.

At high tea, whom do I see? Calipornia! We talked for a bit, but she was soon distracted by a future brunch story for the housemates.

I also ran into a friend of Duplex’s. A very sexy friend of Duplex’s (all of his friends are hot!). A very flirty friend of Duplex’s. When I left with the boys for dinner, I could have sworn he was aiming for my mouth with his goodbye kiss.

So, the thing about having a housemate with a body like Daredevil’s is that he wears speedos all the time. For example, he helped prepare dinner in appropriately predicable attire.

After an excellent pasta that one of the Long Island Gays made for us (that I couldn’t eat because it was covered in cheese… thank god for the leftover hamburgers from lunch!), a few people passed out on the living room couches for a half hour before Britney and Lady Gaga blasted from the speakers and liquor poured from the bottles. After some pre-gaming on the rooftop ("Oh my god: STARS!"), we headed back out to the Britney party at the Pavilion, which started at midnight. Of course when we got there around 12:15, no one was there, so we did Sip N' Twirl for a while beforehand.

By the time we finally made it to the Pavilion, it was all a mess. And the boys were having way too much fun with the rainbow feather boa.

Thank god it wasn't double dutch!

I tried to get this guy jumping rope: 

Shutter went off too late!

But I ended up with this all this in the frame. 

And then I went to the bathroom.

I stumbled back to the house to find a particular Long Island Gay in the hot tub. It’d been a whole 4 weekends since my last hot tub adventure, so I figured I may as well take advantage. As I was lounging with the crew who had messed up their sleeping pattern by napping for 3-4 hours after dinner, I noticed our culinarily gifted Long Island Gay walking an unrecognized guy to the front door. Apparently the Long Island Gay was a notorious bottom, but this time, he had topped! After I cut through their room to use the shower (not he ideal set-up, but hey, these guys aren't in their 40s yet!), I found the, er, proof in the toilet.

No, I didn’t take a picture!

I had no idea what the sleeping arrangements were, but I’d’ve loved to know at the time that I could have basically had ASFKAB’s bed since he was out til sunrise.

The next day, I woke up before my 10:15 alarm. After a refreshing screwdriver, I ran out of the house (literally) to catch the 10:50 ferry to the LIRR. I figured it would put me in the city around 1:30 or so for Pride. 

Did I mention I’d caught the ferry that doesn’t match up with the train, so I  had to wait almost an hour and a half at the station?! Yeah.

To check out a Fire Island adventure from last year, click here.

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*mostly because I had already taken off my pants, so I had neither my camera nor my phone with me.