Spring in New York City is a tease. One day it’s a gorgeous sixty degrees, the next it’s twenty-two with freezing rain. You want a real dystopian drama, try planning spring break around the bipolarity that is still winter to my body.

I was going to head down to Atlantic City, but do I really want to throw money at a state that shuts down bridges and is passing laws to keep out Tesla? Nah.

I found a real jem in Fire Island. It reminds me of Miami. It’s warm and beachy and it makes me feel as though I’m not so far away. As long as there’s no snow, expect much more Fire Island adventures.