A scene from the Rehoboth Beach Open. (Photo by Chad Hrdina) Well, it’s almost May. And that makes it now one month away from Memorial Day — the unofficial start of gay D.C.’s summer, when we all rush to the still-too-cold-to-get-in waters of Rehoboth Beach.
We crowd on Poodle Beach — our beach — and celebrate the start of the summer and, well, ourselves. And we should, right? It’s been a year.
And we deserve it. We’ve played by the rules (mostly), stuck to our bubbles, and stood in line to get our shots. The question “you a Pfizer or a Moderna gal?” will be echoed a thousand times up and down the East Coast, from Fire Island to South Beach.