The weather was in the 80s and I had the day off from work. I put on my headphones, listened to various albums I am into lately, and rode the subway and then the bus out to Jacob Riis Beach. One of these albums was the Tanlines album, which seemed quite appropriate since I was determined not to have any. I walked to the end of the beach, where the fence demarcates clearly the start of Rockaway. There were a couple of nude folks down at that end and I spread my sheet in the midst of them and joined them. I read the New Yorker and dove into the ocean, the water still painfully cold. I lasted probably less than a minute underwater before I came running back to my towel. I looked at the dicks of the naked people near me, looked at my own. I snacked on almonds, drank water, and listened to waves crash against the shore.
I rode the Q35 bus and the subway back into the city and continued this exemplary gay summer day by meeting Jacob at the Christopher Street Piers. We drank a bottle of wine as we soaked up the sun and talked about life and the boys that walked past us. We continued the drinking at Rockbar and then Hangar Bar and then came home and ate Mexican food. I had a burrito. Jacob had a torta. The usual.