Today Valette and I took the fast ferry to Provincetown. The ferry ride was amazing for me. It's been years since I've been on the water and I loved it. The photo on the left was taken as we left Boston Harbor.
So I've heard lots of this little cute little gay hamlet know as P-Town and wanted to check it out for myself. I'd heard so much constant praise about the place that I was worried it could never live up to the hype. Fortunately I, too, found it charming and fun. There was some great shopping and, being such a big gay destination, it had tons of amazing clothing stores for men. I was bumming big time that I had no money to spend on the 326 shirts, shorts, swimsuits, pants and sexual paraphernalia that were calling my name. Maybe next time around.
We didn't arrive in P-Town till 3:30pm and all the stores started closing about 6pm. Our ferry didn't leave till 8:30pm so after dinner we decided to take a walk through the cemetery in the pitch blackness. From there we headed off to the northwest on Race Point Rd in pursuit of a beach. After 20 minutes of walking on streets absent of any light, very little traffic, lots of eerie horror movie background noise and our surmising all the ways we could die at the hands of some disgruntled burly gay man... we turned back and got back to the pier just in time to catch our ferry back to Boston.
And just for the record, never once on this death-defying journey did I run like a scared little girl at the sound of some killer mutant bear bounding through the woods. You know, just in case you hear anything to the contrary.
| September 21, 2008 11:43pm | 
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