birthday!

the day after birthday dinner at 'inoteca and drinks at the back room, i was told to pack my bike togs and spirited off to a guest house in the village (canopy bed!). the next morning we took the train to fire island. bikes are, sadly, no longer allowed on the fire island ferries, so we chained them up and boarded on foot. fire island is sort of like a faux beach town where the cheeseburgers are twelve dollars, but with the requisite splendid beaches and handmade ice cream.

it was wonderful. i'm thirty.