Last year for Fire Island Black Out (FIBO), I'd only planned a day trip, and I wasn't exactly thrilled with having to leave. This year, Bohoken and I planned to stay in Cherry Grove for the whole weekend. It turned out that a Canadian couple I knew, Terrance and Phillip, we're staying as well and bringing a couple of friends. Sweet!
|fire island black out... no relation|
During FIBO, major event planners get hundreds of black guys (and girls) from the tri-state area to come out for a variety of events in Cherry Grove, the biggest of which is Saturday's beach day. Bohoken and I arrived Friday afternoon and stopped by Terrance and Phillip's place a couple of times for drinks: once before our disco nap and once after. Of course, it was Friday, so we showed up the second time in our underwear in preparation for Daniel Nardicio's party at the Ice Palace.
Did I mention Blink was on the Island that night? Of course I asked if she could join us to pre-game, and of course she had already started pregaming before she'd arrived.
Out of nowhere, these guys from the HOOD just appeared in Terrence and Phillip's yard. I don't know if they heard the music or saw the underwear through the hedges. But Terrence (the taller of the Canadian couple) and I were sent to the gate as bouncers.
Me: "Hey, how's it going, guys?"
Guy 1: "Heeeeey, baby!"
Guy 2: "We gud. Waz gud w you?"
Me: "All good here. My friends and I are just having a few drinks before the party at the Ice Palace. Are you guys going?"
Guy 2: "Dafuq? Whaz da Ice Palaz?!"
Me: "The big place in town with the ramp. You can't miss it. Underwear party tonight. Obviously we'll be there."
|no cameras in the party!|
Guy 1: "Obviously, we'll be here with you sexy motherfuckers."
Me: "Well, this is a private party. Just me and a few friends, and we're keeping it small. But Ice Palace later?"
Guy 3: "Yo, how much y'all charging to get up in this bitch?"
Terrence: "No, no, no, no, no! No cover. Like he said, a private party."
Me:" Guys, we're gonna get back to our friends, but we'll see you at the underwear party, yes?"
Guy 2: "Yeah, I guezz so."
Guy 1: "Damn, you sexy, maine."
Eventually, we made it to the underwear party, which, oddly, was pretty unremarkable. It was definitely fun, but it didn't have the same umph (read: backroom action) Daniel's parties are known for.
Saturday was the beach event, which was all kinds of fun (even if I didn't see my FIBO boyfriend who always makes me a plate of food from his beach cooler). When we saw the Canadian boys, they were all about Saturday night's $30 party at the Ice Palace. From my snooze of an experience in 2010, I suggested they keep their minds open to heading to the Pines.
|shit, I just noticed the hottie in the background. heeeeeyyyyyyy!|
They convinced me to go, and I'll admit, I had a good time. In fact, it was much better than last year. But it was the drama that happened after that was most interesting.
All of us, including the cute Asian guy Blink had been making out with and the couple of black guys that Terrence and Phillip had been talking to, went back to the Canadians' house. In the middle of our nice little kiki, Canadian #1 (one of T&P's friends in the house, a reasonably attractive white guy in his late 20s) decided that one of the black guys (whom I found to be hot as HELL) was annoying him. "I'm about this close to kicking you out." Awkward.
So, the black guys stayed for a bit before they peaced out for somewhere less hostile. The rest of us were out on the back porch around a table. I looked over to my left and saw Blink and his guy in the two chairs next to me trading blow jobs like two Drinking Bird toys. At first, I was a bit shocked, but after about a half second, I sat back and enjoyed the show.
Now, to give you some context, Terence, Phillip and I messed around once a while back (good times), and they're often on the hunt for a 3rd. It wouldn’t be too far fetched to guess that they’d messed around with the friends that were staying with them at some point (and let’s be real: “some point” could presumably be earlier that day). Keep in mind these are friends whom Phillip had described to me as “hot” and said I would “love” them. Given this pretext and all the talk of picking up guys at our pregames, I figured it was a pretty sexually liberal environment. Blink and his boy were just getting the party started.
Canadian #1 saw what was happening and immediately insisted that Blink and his trick leave the house. I was in complete shock. Apparently, after Blink and his boy left, they were walking down the boardwalk to god knows where, and they passed a guy who did the I’m-stopping-and-turning-around-to-see-if-you’re-checking-me-out-too dance with them. All it took was the offer of a drink to get that funk guitar warmed up. You’ll be surprised to learn that they never ended up actually drinking the offered drink.
Canadian #1: "Can you believe that happened? I mean, this isn't a bathhouse! It can't be a free-for-all. Ugh. And with an Asian! I could understand if it were attractive people...."
Me: "Dude, really?"
Canadian #1: "What?"
Me: "So he's unattractive because he's Asian? That's really fucked up. How about we leave race out of this equation."
|no t, no shade. but I had to read.|
It wasn't long until we finished our drinks and peaced out ourselves. The sun was just about to rise, so naturally, I told Bohoken that we should run to the beach naked since we had a private walk. He was not having it, so I did it on my own. Not nearly as fun but freeing nonetheless.
We slept until about 2 before dropping by DR!P (always a good time) where we ran into the hot black guys from the night before. Did I mention that I happened to get one's number? Yeah.
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