To my esteemed co-blogger Justin, I can't believe you've never been out to Fire Island! I was there this past weekend over in the Grove. You can read about my exploits on my new blog: Professionally Skinny and Drunk. I actually even used that same picture, J! I can't believe you're using my modeling pics again. *sigh*
As your last post talked about the Island of Fire, I was wondering why we don't got out there more often. Is it the money? Although expensive, one can spend less out there if you bring provisions from the mainland. Is it the ordeal of 2 trains, a shuttle, and a ferry? I think the time on the island more than makes up for that. Maybe it's the fear of being half-naked for an entire weekend? Well, in my case, I'm half-naked all the time.
No, I think the main deterrent from going to Fire Island is finding a place to stay. We all have friends who have quarter, half, or full shares on the island each summer. However, it seems that everyone else wants to stay with them as well. So it's hard to get in if you're not super close to this fortunate person.
However Justin, I think I came up with a plan. Let's build a JustinPlusOne house. We can make it the most magical of all the Fire Island mansions. For starters, we should build it out in the middle of the Meat Rack, equidistant from the Pines and Cherry Grove. This way, it can stand alone as a special home. Also, we can put it pretty high off the ground so we don't have to worry about lewd and lascivious activities going on the jungles around us.
Obviously, you would live there all summer long, Justin. You can do your Internet thingies from there and promote the night life. Also, since it was my idea, I would live out there as well... or least have a bedroom specifically for me. Then, whoever was co-blogging with you would stay in the guest room. They can bring their gay stories from the far off island of Manhattan to entertain and inspire. The week is up, though, and they're out.
On the weekends, when there is no blogging going on, we would throw gay-normous parties that would rival even the strongest of Tea Dances in the Pines. The lowest floor of the J+1 house would feature a dance floor and full bar. The bartender, of course, would also double as the live-in butler and occasional sex slave. Let's see if Steven Tylor O'Connor is available.
Oh Justin, can't you just see it? Can we make it happen? Can we?