It’s Saturday night at the Sip n Twirl in Fire Island Pines and that crucial time when you know this is likely to be as good as it’s gonna get. The desperate ones are making yet another lap through the middle of the dance floor as if another boat load of guys will enter at anytime, the regulars are contemplating just one more glass of chardonnay at the bar and the strong girls have an even stronger game of pool going at the pool table. I’m standing outside on the deck with a housemate and letting my shirt dry out from the dancing.Through the music and the haze of three Absolut Cranberries four disheveled twenty somethings begins to bicker in front of us.
One of them breaks away from the bickering and comes to stand by us. He has that look of a cute frat boy who parties too much with an untucked white button down and rear turned Abercrombie baseball cap. He tells me they are college friends and day trippers who got carried away with the charm-i.e.: Planters Punch of High and Low Teas and in their infinite wisdom decided to stay up and party through the night but are now debating the merits of going to the Pavilion. He on the other hand was heading to the beach to sleep and asked me if he would have any trouble. Maybe it was his beautiful blue eyes but the housemate and I offered to let him crash on our sofa. He liked the idea and went to tell the friends he would not be joining them under the disco ball. But he’s back again with the whole lot of them in tow- could they possibly sleep on the floor? This time it was more of a porn sleep over fantasy or maybe just the liquid courage but we agreed and everyone tromped back to our house. But, knowing that nothing good comes out of decisions made at 3AM in a bar the housemate and I tucked everyone in with blankets on our pool deck chairs. Well, not all of them- frat boy needed a warm bed!