![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Tragedy on the Dance Floor
Jul. 4th, 2006 11:10 amFirst, I was at least 7 feet away from the part of the dance floor that cracked.
We were visiting Dolly on Fire Island this week end. It was a great, mellow week end. We've been going to "Dance on the Bay" for two years now. It's fun and a little surreal in that it's like someone set up a circuit party at their rich great aunt's beach house. A dance floor is built over part of the deck that continues out over the bay. I was really excited because there were bubble machines on the light rigging this year. I love bubbles.
Junior Vasquez was spinning and the floor was a little bouncy under your feet. As the dance floor/party started to fill up it seemed less bouncy. About an hour or so into the party, he played "Hands Up" by Mary J. Blige. Everyone threw their hands over their heads and started jumping. It was fun until there was a loud "CRACK!".
A few feet from us the floor had dropped about 8 inches. That's what happens when Tweakers do construction. ;-P
People formed a circle around it with some distance from the crack/depression, placed a garbage can on top of the deepest point in the crack and we all continued dancing. Mr Bear and the guys we were with wanted to leave the dance floor even though I kept protesting that we were only 6 feet above the sand where we were... Mr Bear kept saying that they always ate the dancing gays first in Jaws, that the sharks like the ecstasy.
The party got more complicated from there. I still feel bad for the organizers. They had the crowd move to one side of the dance floor, then off it into a grassy hill. Then we were able to go next door ad dance on the neighbor's deck (since the grass was about a quarter of the dance floor's size).
Then it started to thunder and drizzle.... but they were able to have the fireworks, even if they were early and Junior didn't get to be synced up to them. Mr Bear and I dig fireworks, it's one of our things we do together.
We lost Dolly because we went next door and he didn't so we headed home to meet him there. Mr Bear and I walked down to the beach and watched the lightening over the water. It's was wicked cool. The bolts came in groups of two or three, moving closer to shore. (but still a ways away). Some of them even went horizontally, like purple white gashes across the gray sky. It really was amazing.
The rest of the weekend was fun and really relaxing. We went to a house party and had a small dinner party at Dolly's. Yesterday we walked to Cherry Grove for lunch. I'd never been there before. After lunch we wanted to get ice cream but no place sold any - even though there were three signs advertising ice cream. It became our running joke with people we ran into - Cherry Grove as some sort of Hell with out ice cream....the whole place is a cheap and empty come on. Of course I liked Cherry Grove. It has a different vibe from the pines, but we all pretended to be deeply embittered anyway. ;-P
I really needed a weekend like this. :-)
Ok, time to sort the camping gear.
We were visiting Dolly on Fire Island this week end. It was a great, mellow week end. We've been going to "Dance on the Bay" for two years now. It's fun and a little surreal in that it's like someone set up a circuit party at their rich great aunt's beach house. A dance floor is built over part of the deck that continues out over the bay. I was really excited because there were bubble machines on the light rigging this year. I love bubbles.
Junior Vasquez was spinning and the floor was a little bouncy under your feet. As the dance floor/party started to fill up it seemed less bouncy. About an hour or so into the party, he played "Hands Up" by Mary J. Blige. Everyone threw their hands over their heads and started jumping. It was fun until there was a loud "CRACK!".
A few feet from us the floor had dropped about 8 inches. That's what happens when Tweakers do construction. ;-P
People formed a circle around it with some distance from the crack/depression, placed a garbage can on top of the deepest point in the crack and we all continued dancing. Mr Bear and the guys we were with wanted to leave the dance floor even though I kept protesting that we were only 6 feet above the sand where we were... Mr Bear kept saying that they always ate the dancing gays first in Jaws, that the sharks like the ecstasy.
The party got more complicated from there. I still feel bad for the organizers. They had the crowd move to one side of the dance floor, then off it into a grassy hill. Then we were able to go next door ad dance on the neighbor's deck (since the grass was about a quarter of the dance floor's size).
Then it started to thunder and drizzle.... but they were able to have the fireworks, even if they were early and Junior didn't get to be synced up to them. Mr Bear and I dig fireworks, it's one of our things we do together.
We lost Dolly because we went next door and he didn't so we headed home to meet him there. Mr Bear and I walked down to the beach and watched the lightening over the water. It's was wicked cool. The bolts came in groups of two or three, moving closer to shore. (but still a ways away). Some of them even went horizontally, like purple white gashes across the gray sky. It really was amazing.
The rest of the weekend was fun and really relaxing. We went to a house party and had a small dinner party at Dolly's. Yesterday we walked to Cherry Grove for lunch. I'd never been there before. After lunch we wanted to get ice cream but no place sold any - even though there were three signs advertising ice cream. It became our running joke with people we ran into - Cherry Grove as some sort of Hell with out ice cream....the whole place is a cheap and empty come on. Of course I liked Cherry Grove. It has a different vibe from the pines, but we all pretended to be deeply embittered anyway. ;-P
I really needed a weekend like this. :-)
Ok, time to sort the camping gear.
