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Saturday I got to go out to Fire Island with Irish Rose, ABNS and another of their friends, Joanie. As we boarded the ferry to Cherry Grove, Irish Rose excitedly shouted, “Are we ready to go to Gay Park?!?!” Well we all were, ready to go and ready to have a good time. Drinks were poured on the boat (why even wait until we reach our destination?) and the fun began!
It was late afternoon when we arrived and the sun was blazing. Drinks and snacks were a great start…and it was bar hopping from there. By 6:00 five dollar frozen drinks, with free BBQ, had the conversation flowing and all involved were so drunk at that point that we all most definitely shared things that wouldn’t have been shared where 5 dollar frozen drinks weren’t involved.
There were some truly beautiful men and stunningly beautiful women out that day/night and Rose shouted when it was time to switch venues, “We’ve got to move on and get these bitches some bitches,” gesturing to Joanie and myself. Joanie is a married woman with children and she was a riot. She wanted to bring home a shirt that proudly announced, “I Kiss Girls,” but Rose insisted she only purchase the shirt if it was true by night’s end. (She left without a shirt.)
The day was great, drinks flowing, laughs absolutely uncontrollable, cheesy conversation about friendship, the previously mentioned sharing that could most definitely be classified as “too much info”…but the highlight of the night, at least for me, was when we hit the beach at 9:45pm. Pitch black, the sand was cool and the beach was practically deserted. If there were others out there, I couldn’t see them. (Probably for the best when Joanie and Rose decided to venture closer to the water to pee.) But back to the highlight…the beach, in the dark, …we all laid on the sand, staring up at the sky, pointing out the common elementary school constellations…the dippers, Orion’s belt, the North Star…and in the silence (because it really was truly silent) the roar of the ocean. When we first grew quiet and I heard the roar of the water I didn’t know what it was…took me a minute to realize I was out there lying on the beach and that amazing thunderous sound was the waves crashing on the land…so close that I could smell the sea water, but far enough that I couldn’t see it clearly in the dark.
It seemed like we all noticed the sound at the same time and after taking it in, cherishing it and filing it away in that corner of your mind and heart where you want to remember those kinds of moments, Rose broke the silence, “Do you hear that?” “Amazing,” ABNS responded in a whisper, to talk but not prevent us from hearing those waves. Joanie noted aloud that in the craziness of the day to day we forget that we live someplace where we can share a moment like this. Everyone agreed.
I noted silently to myself that I would never forget the sound of those waves, or the day that led up to them.
It was late afternoon when we arrived and the sun was blazing. Drinks and snacks were a great start…and it was bar hopping from there. By 6:00 five dollar frozen drinks, with free BBQ, had the conversation flowing and all involved were so drunk at that point that we all most definitely shared things that wouldn’t have been shared where 5 dollar frozen drinks weren’t involved.
There were some truly beautiful men and stunningly beautiful women out that day/night and Rose shouted when it was time to switch venues, “We’ve got to move on and get these bitches some bitches,” gesturing to Joanie and myself. Joanie is a married woman with children and she was a riot. She wanted to bring home a shirt that proudly announced, “I Kiss Girls,” but Rose insisted she only purchase the shirt if it was true by night’s end. (She left without a shirt.)
The day was great, drinks flowing, laughs absolutely uncontrollable, cheesy conversation about friendship, the previously mentioned sharing that could most definitely be classified as “too much info”…but the highlight of the night, at least for me, was when we hit the beach at 9:45pm. Pitch black, the sand was cool and the beach was practically deserted. If there were others out there, I couldn’t see them. (Probably for the best when Joanie and Rose decided to venture closer to the water to pee.) But back to the highlight…the beach, in the dark, …we all laid on the sand, staring up at the sky, pointing out the common elementary school constellations…the dippers, Orion’s belt, the North Star…and in the silence (because it really was truly silent) the roar of the ocean. When we first grew quiet and I heard the roar of the water I didn’t know what it was…took me a minute to realize I was out there lying on the beach and that amazing thunderous sound was the waves crashing on the land…so close that I could smell the sea water, but far enough that I couldn’t see it clearly in the dark.
It seemed like we all noticed the sound at the same time and after taking it in, cherishing it and filing it away in that corner of your mind and heart where you want to remember those kinds of moments, Rose broke the silence, “Do you hear that?” “Amazing,” ABNS responded in a whisper, to talk but not prevent us from hearing those waves. Joanie noted aloud that in the craziness of the day to day we forget that we live someplace where we can share a moment like this. Everyone agreed.
I noted silently to myself that I would never forget the sound of those waves, or the day that led up to them.