We Went through the Bushes

Since it's freezing outside--well, less than freezing, technically--I found myself going through Fire Island photos from this summer. Don't get me wrong. I love New York City's snow-packed sidewalks. But since the radiator in my room isn't blasting its usual summer-like heat today, I was thinking about the gorgeous day I spent in the sand, under the sun, and with a few cocktails in hand. Of course, the Wonder Twin Brian Mills (pictured below) was there; so, there was fantastical fun to be drunk had.

We started off in Cherry Grove, where we went swimming, and then headed over to The Pines, stopping off at Daniel Nardicio's beach/party house along the way. We hiked through the bushes that The Village People told us to not go into in their song "Fire Island" because "someone might grab ya." No one did. But we did find a toxic looking lake along the way (above).

It was my first time there--yes, I was about to have my gay card revoked--so Brian was giving me the inebriated guided tour. My whirlwind day left me thinking that the island was but a sandier, seafaring Chelsea. I recognized so many of the usual faces in all the bars where we sampled their wares.

When we came back to Cherry Grove to see Porsche's show at The Ice Palace, the sun had set. Walking back through the Meat Rack, those bushes the Village People warned us about, was a bit Blair Witch Project because there was no light to guide us along the windy trail we'd followed. I was looking forward to the show--I'd worked with Porsche (pictured below, let column) for a while but had never seen her rock Fire Island, which she did. Logan Hardcore (pictured below, right column) came onstage to do a number, too. (Earlier that afternoon, at the pool at The Ice Palace, Logan had us laughing hilariously as she did Beyoncé's "If I Were A Boy," during which she serenaded a dildo).



After the show, we had a few more rounds on Brian's friend Richie's gorgeous boat tied up near the dock where the mainland ferry comes. So, there was plenty of time to run to catch the last one back. Since it's Christmas this week, I'm including this shot of a the perennially lit "tree" at a bar we walked through to get to the boat.