wherein my gay card was made irrevocable

It was a nice weekend jam-packed with gayness, starting off with the Donna Summer concert at Coney Island with Joe and Jeff on Thursday. The crowd was HUGE, and we had arrived late because I had to have some Nathan's hot dogs and cotton candy beforehand. I heard at least six songs I recognized, and her voice was still good and the band was tight even though we couldn't see much from where we struggled for a view. After that we went out to the Gym Bar for a few, which caused Joe to wake up late and be all upset that he didn't start blogging in time on Friday. I take partial responsibility for the disturbance in the gay blogosphere that day...heh heh.

I headed out Friday to get to the Pines on Fire Island early to await the housemates, including host Darth Jersey, Skwurl, Chad and a few others. My duty was to prepare the house with firewood because they all have arthritis and their joints flare up when it gets cold. For the most part we drank and drank and ran around in our underwear and went to Cherry Grove for SuperSummerSnaxx hosted by hunky Duane on Saturday night. I crossed paths with Eric and Asaf more than a few times and Eric was kind enough to explain the subtleties between high, low and medium 'tea' cocktail gatherings in the Pines: "I must warn you that no tea is served..." he cautioned.

The weather was blustery and wet through Saturday, but the skies cleared up by the end of the weekend. So much for Hurricane Dennis. On Sunday I tried to go for a swim but the surf was pretty violent and I didn't want to break my neck so I settled with checking out the guys on the beach and some frisbee with Skwurl. I planned on staying through the day and sent off my housemates that evening on the ferry:

I was left to my own devices on Sunday night, but that is a story to tell another day...

I hadn't planned on it, but I have another beach weekend in the works, this time off the shores of South Carolina. Naturally, another tropical system is brewing in the Atlantic.