Somehow, in all of our years in NYC and all of our years of gay-proximity, we had never been to Fire Island. It is pretty darn magical. We only got to see a small bit of it as we were busy performing at Brandon Cutrell's Broadway at the Beach (which was a total blast!), but here are a few moments for your viewing pleasure:
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| The dock at Cherry Grove, Fire Island. Greeted with a Rainbow Flag. |
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| There are no cars on Fire Island, just endless boardwalk that winds around the 'hoods. |
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| A beach! We are raised-in-South Florida-snobs, so we didn't go in. But we looked at it! |
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| El likes to sit in giant chairs. This one was at The Ice Palace where we performed. |
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| The gays know how to landscape their cottages. There was a koi pond, too. |
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| Mel doesn't want to pin the macho on the man. Ever. |
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| Just a quaint Fire Island image to help you un-see the previous picture. |
And that was our Fire Island adventure. We don't have any pictures of the late-night debauchery, but we think it's better that way. We want your image of us to remain wholesome.
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