Where's the Fire?

Thanks, Jane, for the kick in the ass on getting some posts up here.
So, who wants to go to Long Island? Well, you just might change your tune if you were to hop the clipper to Fire Island, a boardwalk refuge for Andy Warhol back in the day. It's easy to see why. Open nudity, open alcohol consumption, open public makeouts by hot lesbians (not pictured below)......it's like taking a trip to Mexico for the day without the hepatitis scare. And, what good day on the beach is complete without a big bucket of lobster? Seriously, did I just get back from New York city last week?