Last fall in a moment of reality- my job security on the rocks, the apartment plummeting in value and both my car and refrigerator planning their demise- I decided to cut back my weekend share in the Pines by one weekend per month. And, as much as I adore the island and never like to skip […]
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Starting on Friday afternoon and running through the last ferry at Midnight the crowds pour into the Pines and Cherry Grove on Fire Island. Leaving their chaotic jobs in finance, fashion or floral arranging and the sweaty masses of New York City these brave weekend warriors have either run the marathon of Penn Station and conquered […]
Sunday was the perfect beach day on Fire Island and usually nothing short of a hurricane forces the housemates and I to abandon the Pines. Well unless it is New York City Pride! So it was that we donned our muscle tank tops, appropriate Pride jewelry, liberal sunscreen, not forgetting the designer sunglasses and caught an early ferry to […]
Saturday afternoon in Fire Island Pines finds three of the housemates in various states of stupor watching a gardening documentary as the pool outside overflows from the torrential rains that have made this one wet summer on the Island. All six of the other house mates progressively bailed out of the weekend and even now one of us is […]
It’s obviously daylight and from the looks of the sun streaming through the cracks in the blinds and the shrieks of a drag queen outside there is a strong possibility it’s past noon. There is a shooting pain between my eyes and my mouth is as dry as the Sahara. I’m sure this is only from the […]
A house in East Hampton, an apartment in the city, a Golden Retriever, a SUV and a boyfriend who just dumped me after thirteen years so he could find himself with his Latino personal trainer. Yes, the winter had not been a pretty one and I spent it in tears, raging anger, then therapy, and finally […]
It’s 10 AM on Sunday morning in Fire Island Pines and it’s so empty that you could fire a cannon off in the harbor and no one would notice. The share house is particularly quiet and with good reason considering the housemates and I knocked back endless Planters Punches at Low, Middle and High Tea before staggering home […]
A Fire Island Pines house party is always a coveted invitation and the stuff that legends are made. What Island queen was not at “the” Calvin Klein pool party? So to our great delight a random house guest procured an invitation to one of these soirees on Saturday. The party was by invitation only and of course […]
It’s Sunday evening in Fire Island Pines and that end of the weekend melancholy has descended as I walk the last housemate to the ferry. With cocktail in hand– a bracer against the Sunday blues- I wander off to low tea at the Blue Whale, which is always calm and relaxed. On a Sunday you can actually […]
There was a time in the not so distant past when 7AM in Fire Island Pines would have found me with glazed eyes and covered in sweat stumbling home from the Pavillion in my jeans and sneakers and no clue where my Tshirt was last spotted. But alas, time does change and nothing does that faster […]
