After an evening of drunken carousing at
Kings County, I was persuaded to go to Fire Island the next day at the crack of dawn, splitting headache & all. I rode down in the Le Baron with Belkys, Jade, Carlos & Utz the dog. My head was pounding harder than ever but we were listening to It's Alright Ma & then lots of
Against Me! & the day was getting brighter & we were all pretty happy in spite of everything.
We took the ferry out to Sailors Haven. The ferry was full of the fattest teenagers I've ever seen. We were hungover & smelt of tequila but we were making fun of them anyway. The beach was utterly perfect. It wasn't blindingly sunny but it was hot & the waves were cold & strong. We claimed a spot of sand for our cooler & towels & a stake for illicit Utz the dog, who was supposed to be confined to the boardwalk. We took turns sitting with Utz on the sand & swimming in the lovely cold ocean, riding the waves & getting salty & cool.
Another thing that happened over the weekend was that I acquired my first piece of Art. My friend Anna, whose other work can be seen
here, made me a beautiful triptych called
Kiss, & installed it for me herself. Afterwards we sat around smoking a joint with Leyla & I kept looking up at my new paintings & being really stoned & happy with them.
The third thing that happened (I'm actually going in reverse order here) was that I met a boy on Saturday at the Ale House. He was really good-looking & we were playing a lot of pool & hitting it off. He kind of threw me off at the end tho, when he asked for my number. He was putting it into his phone & he asked me what my last name was. I asked him if it was because he already had a Kat in his phone.
"My ex-girlfriend's name was Kat," he replied. & then he said, "She died a few months ago."
Sigh. Leave it to me to find the really fucked up scenarios. Well, she may be dead... but at least that means he's single! Which is more than I can say for some other dudes who've asked for my number regardless. Right?
