Mario at The Blue Whale

Mario at The Blue Whale

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 hold a conversation and not be resigned to reading lips over a “Fire Island Classic” and the hot bartenders have time to talk or maybe give you a hug! As I sit-

(yes, Sunday night tea really does have tables and chairs)- with some friends and wave randomly to the departing ferry I get that calm feeling that always eludes me the rest of the weekend. Of course not everyone shares this feeling and there is no shortage of quarter shares milking every ounce of their share house by staying through Monday and trying for that last minute hook up! And as I sit and think of last nights dancing at Sip n’ Twirl until 3AM or the friends who threw a party just because they bought a new Margarita Machine, a bartender from my favorite NYC bar sits down beside me puts his hand on the back of my neck and proceeds to tell me that he has always had a crush on me. And in that moment if you are irretrievably lost in your 40’s, freshly single, and harboring a slight gin & tonic buzz you know that the Monday 6:25 AM “Bucket of Blood” is in your future