G Philly will be down in Atlantic City this weekend to soak up all the beach, booze and boys at the annual Sand Blast Weekend. In anticipation of the party’s first go-round in Atlantic City, we’ve put together this field guide to help you get the most out of your gay (and lesbian!) down-the-shore frolics.
A new entertainment series, Broadway on the Boardwalk, kicked off in Atlantic City this week. The free show, taking place every Monday in July, brings actors from current Broadway shows to perform on the Kennedy Plaza section of AC’s Boardwalk. This week’s first go-round featured singers from Cabaret, Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Cinderella, and Motown: The Musical. Photos below:
Matthew McPeak, 27, and Stephanie Wallington, 23, were taken into custody after police (and a bunch of shocked onlookers) observed them getting a little too frisky in the water. When police showed up and told the couple to get out of the ocean, Wallington had trouble tying her bikini back on, according to an eyewitness account reported by CBS 3.
After processing McPeak and Wallington at the station, police issued summonses for lewdness and released them. Neither McPeak nor Wallington could be reached for comment.
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Wildwoods Beach will see an all-new music festival this summer, taking place a day after our 4th of July hoopla on the Parkway. The BeachGlow Music Festival is hosted by BeachGlow Concerts for Charity, the only non-profit EDM concert producer in the nation. Proceeds from the concert will benefit the American Red Cross Disaster Relief Fund. More on the afternoon’s lineup from a press release I received today:
Celebrate the magic of the sea at Cape May’s Harbor Fest. The all-day event will have all the things you’d expect out of a seafest: food, beer, music, games, craft vendors, demonstrations, and, of course, activities for the kids.
The festival will go down on June 14th, starting at 10:00 a.m. and ending at 5:00 p.m., at the Nature Center of Cape May (1600 Delaware Avenue, Cape May, NJ) and it will, for sure, have something for everyone.
We are now officially four days into spring, but Mother Nature doesn’t appear to care one lick. And since we’re due to get more snow tomorrow (just a dusting, but still), I would like to say for the Internet Record that I am sick to death of being cold. I won’t go all the way and wish for full-on, 1,000-percent humidity summer weather, as my sister-in-law has done, but I’ll gladly take anything over 50 degrees at this point. Is that so much to ask?
Ocean Grove, a South Jersey community whose boardwalk was ripped to shreds by Hurricane Sandy, was denied relief aid by the Federal Emergency Management Agency. Here’s why: Its oceanfront is owned by the Ocean Grove Camp Meeting Association, a nonprofit owned by the United Methodist Church. Private groups like those can’t receive FEMA funding, so tough luck, pardner. Ocean Grove lost its pier, a fishing club that stood on it, and much of its boardwalk. Total damage is estimated around $3.5 million. [NJ Spotlight]
Ever wonder what Jonathan Adler‘s summer home might look like? Architectural Digest recently went inside the groovy Shelter Island abode he shares with his longtime partner Simon Doonan, a man famous for his windows at Barney’s New York and his latest book Gay Men Don’t Get Fat. The 1960s A-frame not only sports many of Adler’s playful products, but the colorful, retro-chic interior (plus outdoor space) is airy – making it the perfect getaway for this gay New York super duo … and their adorable Norwich Terrier Liberace.
Doonan tells the story about how he and Adler found the rustic beach home, and how they conceptualized it as a kind of futuristic retirement pad – complete with a “putz-worthy” garden.
“The exact vibe was to be a blend of Big Sur bohemian and rich Ibiza hippie, two of our favorite adopted personas,” writes Doonan. “To achieve it, he mixed furniture and rugs of his own design with diverse vintage finds – from a starburst mirror framed with spindle legs to industrial ceiling lights to suspended rattan lounge chairs. Ever the potter, he devised ceramic tiles for the kitchen, living room and master suite.”
The couple also commissioned original art from a few famous friends.
“Painter and designer John-Paul Philippé created a mural inspired by local birdlife for our kitchen island, while set designer Andy Harman conceived a giant macramé owl, which is now displayed on the indigo brick divider separating the entrance and the telly-watching zone,” Doonan writes. “For my part, I added some photographs taken by a roster of pals and professional collaborators: a candid fashion image backstage at a Dior runway show by Roxanne Lowit; a wicked child-pageant portrait by Susan Anderson; a haunting truck-stop bathroom interior by Henny Garfunkel; and a picture of Jonathan and me leaping off a yacht in the Mediterranean by Jonathan Skow.”
I was one of the lucky ones who got to grow up at the Jersey Shore. My family lived a block from the bay in Wildwood. I was a 10-year-old tomboy, the second-youngest of five, whose favorite hobbies included fishing and crabbing. After school and on the weekends you would always find me down at the bulkhead with my pole and nets trying to reel in something brag-worthy.
But one day I met Mr. Davis, an elderly gentleman who had a house with a private dock where he invited me to fish and crab whenever I wanted. I started showing up in my usual tomboy attire: Converse high-tops, a Phillies jersey and denim shorts, topped with a raccoon hat. My parents never liked the get-up, but it was my favorite. And deep down I thought I was a boy and, ultimately, had no problem convincing Mr. Davis of that either.
The first time he saw me in the raccoon hat, he asked, “Where’s your sister Stacey?”
I wanted so much to be a boy back then that I lied and told Mr. Davis that I was Stacey’s twin brother Mickey.
His life reads like a celebrity tell-all, complete with all the drama and humor one might accumulate over five decades in entertainment. “I was a kid model at four years old,” says Robert “Sandy Beach” Hitchen. A native of Atlantic City, the towhead cut his teeth doing catalogs and conventions for a line of kids clothing based on the Bat Masterson TV show. A serious case of acne sidelined his teenage dreams until he was tapped for a dance party show broadcast from Steel Pier. “There were these teenage girls throwing themselves at me,” he says. “One girl overdosed on aspirin because I wouldn’t go out with her.”
Then came a very influential summer at Bucks County Playhouse, where he got his first real kiss—from a man. “We were at the cast house for a party,” remembers Hitchen, when an older actor treated him to an “acting” lesson. “The next thing I knew he threw his lips on me,” he says. “A few seconds later, I kissed him back. And then I kissed him for a long time.”