This is the last bit of fun we had to run out on last week on Fire Island. It seems in my absence they rebuilt a huge chunk of The Grove that I had heard burned down. They added at least two restaurants and two clubs. The old shack that used to house The Fire Island outpost of The Monster is still there. That old gal got a facelift too. In any case, the club we ended up visiting had a nice mix of fags, lesbians and confused Long Island refugees. We were hanging out there waiting for the very last ferry off the island which would be docking right outside. No reason night to get your drink on, right? The foam party, in addition to being very 90's, was an unexpected side light. Too bad we had to leave, those foam parties usually devolve into a bit of nakedness that I would have loved to participate in.
We arrived at the Ferry Terminal on Long Island around 1:15 am only to be informed that the next train to Manhattan was not due to arrive until 6 am. As I quickly began to calculate how much of a hit in the credit card I was willing to tolerate to get my tan ass home, one kindly van driver offered to take us to another town where we could catch a 2:15 train, for 5 bucks each, of course. I couldn't fork it over fast enough.
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