7.25.2005
How do you say Cher in Quebecois?
So, as I stated in the previous post...I adventured this week. I made a new friend through the connections of our very own commentator, tiny robot. Thanks t.r...
I had two days off of work this week...in a row! That's pretty nice and I hope it keeps up...so, plans were made to take a two day jaunt up the Cape to Provincetown...thanks to new friend....she has a car (ooooh...car ride! I feel like an overjoyed Labrador when anyone mentions a ride in a car...) and also a desire to check out the Queer Mecca of the northeast....
We left town late in the afternoon on Tuesday...it's a 90 mile drive from the town I'm staying in all the way up to the last town on the tip of the Cape...not too bad, even though it was rainy on Tuesday....We decided that camping was the way to go...mostly because a night in a P-town motel is quite costly this time a year, and pretty much out of reach for the likes of under-employed slackers and students. But, camping! I'm good at that...usually.
We got to the campground around 7 p.m....after I was badgered by the office lady over the phone as I tried to reserve a spot,
Lady: "Well, when are you going to get here?" At this point, it's about 5 p.m.
Me: "We should be there by 7:30...we're just getting on the Cape."
Lady: "Why is it going to take you so long if you're just NOW getting on the Cape?"
Me: "Well, we have a few stops to make...but, we'll be there by 7:30."
Lady: "Ok. We'll hold the spot for you...as long as you'll BE HERE by 7:30"
Me: "We will...I'll call you if our plans change, ok?"
Um...yeah. Did I miss the part where this woman morphed into my mother over the phone? I was afraid of being given a curfew when we checked in...
So...we got there...and were privelleged to deal with another, in what will prove to be a series, of P-town characters. This man looked like a part David Cross would play if he were 30 years older....and stuck at a campground in New England...and had all black hair except for his sideburns which were starkly grey....
P-town seemed to be teaming with oddly-dressed foreginers...and the accents suggested mostly Eastern Europeans and, of course, French Canadians.
Most of our time was spent drinking and tent watching...as you can see here in this picture. The chairs were set up strategically to make sure the tent didn't do ANYTHING that we might miss...
The next day was spent at the beach with a bit of seal watching...and naked French Canadians in the beach changing room...
We finished off the trip with a visit to Highland Points lighthouse...
I hate to leave out the descriptive details, but my posts are starting to back up with my adventures soooo...I must move on.
One of these days, I'll catch up
I had two days off of work this week...in a row! That's pretty nice and I hope it keeps up...so, plans were made to take a two day jaunt up the Cape to Provincetown...thanks to new friend....she has a car (ooooh...car ride! I feel like an overjoyed Labrador when anyone mentions a ride in a car...) and also a desire to check out the Queer Mecca of the northeast....
We left town late in the afternoon on Tuesday...it's a 90 mile drive from the town I'm staying in all the way up to the last town on the tip of the Cape...not too bad, even though it was rainy on Tuesday....We decided that camping was the way to go...mostly because a night in a P-town motel is quite costly this time a year, and pretty much out of reach for the likes of under-employed slackers and students. But, camping! I'm good at that...usually.
We got to the campground around 7 p.m....after I was badgered by the office lady over the phone as I tried to reserve a spot,
Lady: "Well, when are you going to get here?" At this point, it's about 5 p.m.
Me: "We should be there by 7:30...we're just getting on the Cape."
Lady: "Why is it going to take you so long if you're just NOW getting on the Cape?"
Me: "Well, we have a few stops to make...but, we'll be there by 7:30."
Lady: "Ok. We'll hold the spot for you...as long as you'll BE HERE by 7:30"
Me: "We will...I'll call you if our plans change, ok?"
Um...yeah. Did I miss the part where this woman morphed into my mother over the phone? I was afraid of being given a curfew when we checked in...
So...we got there...and were privelleged to deal with another, in what will prove to be a series, of P-town characters. This man looked like a part David Cross would play if he were 30 years older....and stuck at a campground in New England...and had all black hair except for his sideburns which were starkly grey....
P-town seemed to be teaming with oddly-dressed foreginers...and the accents suggested mostly Eastern Europeans and, of course, French Canadians.
Most of our time was spent drinking and tent watching...as you can see here in this picture. The chairs were set up strategically to make sure the tent didn't do ANYTHING that we might miss...
The next day was spent at the beach with a bit of seal watching...and naked French Canadians in the beach changing room...
We finished off the trip with a visit to Highland Points lighthouse...
I hate to leave out the descriptive details, but my posts are starting to back up with my adventures soooo...I must move on.
One of these days, I'll catch up
--- a likely story from --- themellenhead @ 11:49 AM 
