It's easy to assume Long Island is nothing more than a big fancy beach house, that everyone in NYC goes to sleep on the weekends after a righteous-sweet rooftop rave, what wth our monopoly on shopping enters and more lanterns than an Amish light warehouse.

But if your fine with a ferry and $4 bottled water, Cherry Grove is the mini-me brother of LI that strives to stay awake 24/7, and be fabulous doing it.

A densely packed tiny square between the Pines and private beaches has the rainbow lighthouse of Cherry Grove. Rows of expensively awesome bungalows and private retreats sandwiched between the wildlife and beaches.

The shows, the glitz, the sand-drenched, wind-swept decor which bounces back and forth between pop-punk grunge to well-to-do gaudy couture, you sometimes think you've stumbled into a Bushwick art expo in the best of ways.

If you need to warp back to Glam Rock's golden era or just want a party that doesn't involve a 2 hour parking adventure plus some tropical motifs then you need to drop by before the rest of it burns down.

and hey, you get to ride a ferry!