Cape Cod was everything I hoped it would be. Beaches, sand dunes, lobster rolls and quaint architecture.
It was a happy mistake that we ended up with four days to spare on our trip or else I might never have made it to this part of the country. And with global warming coming on strong, who knows how long this part of the country will still be above water.
After we woke up, got coffee and felt human again, Loony insisted that we get the necessities out of the way.
I’m talking about going to an estate sale.
To be fair we only went to one sale and we needed a few things. First and foremost, we needed a real glass. We brought along some scotch and a few bottles of wine. We didn’t bring real glasses. There is something about drinking out of disposable cups that deflates the experience.
We needed at least one glass and additional bedding because we found out that the house we rented in New Hampshire doesn’t provide sheets are towels.
Tsk. What kind of place does that?
Since grandma is traveling with us the boys have to sleep on the floor while we’re on the road so I needed comforters, sheets and something cushy to soften the ground.
Estate sales are the best place for this type of thing and I got to witness Loony’s savage bargaining. He’s an animal; I feel a mixture of awe and embarrassment when I watch him dicker down a seller.
We walked up with two armfuls of bedding and a few clothing items.
Loony: What kind of a deal can you give me on all this stuff?
Estate Sale Lady: It’s $10 a bag.
By my calculations and I think it would be about three or four bags.
Loony: This stuff is too bulky to fit in bags.
Estate Sale Lady: I’ll do $10 for the bedding and another $10 for the rest of it.
Lonny: How about $8 for everything.
Estate Sale Lady (not missing a beat): Okay.
Wow. How does he do that?
The next thing on my list was cutting my bangs. I was trying to grow them out but after looking at pictures, I realize that I’m better with bangs, at least for now.
This was a crisis situation. Yes, I only had the shittiest, rustiest scissors ever in my train case, but you can’t stop me!
Sorry Penny. You can fix it when I get back, right?
Once we got that out of way, we commenced with that Cape Cod-y stuff.
On to the touristy stuff we did (for my dad and MAC’s pleasure. Hi Dad!)
We checked out several beaches during our couple days on the cape. I struck up a conversation with a local woman while the boys played in the water. I noticed how excited I was to chat her up about the weather and local roads. Why?
I’m a little tired of my family.
I love my family but I must admit, it’s super tight quarters and we’ve had only each other for company for the last week. Given that we are a hyper social bunch, it makes sense that I would be going a little stir crazy with only them to talk to, especially when 90% of the conversation is about:
- When are we going clam digging (when we stay in a place with a kitchen)
- When are we going to play mini golf (the next time we see one)
- What day is it today? (insert day of week)
- When are we going to see the cousins (in a week)
- What day of the week is it (it’s the day after yesterday)
- When is the reunion (Saturday)
- What day is it today (I just told you)
- Where should we go for lunch (anywhere with lobster)
I’m not joking. This is all we talk about. My mother-in-law, bless her heart, is getting a little forgetful and has every reason in the world to forget what I tell her, but I can only conclude that everyone else is just not listening to me.
Anyway, I live in a town and in a house that draws tourist attention. People are forever taking pictures of my house and stopping to point at something I find completely mundane, like that gigantic picture of Betty Grable Loony nailed to the side of the house. I got to ask the nice beach lady all the questions that people vacationing in Boulder ask me.
It sounds like Boulder is better, hands down.
I asked her about the Bear Week signs all over town and in our hotel. Testiclese loves bears so I thought this would be plus for me. She about shot her drink out of her nose and then explained to me that Bear Week actually has nothing to do with real bears.
God, I’m so naive.
She told me that downtown P-town is pretty crazy at night with drag shows and a pretty wild nightlife. Who knew? I
ditched left the kids with grandma while Loony and I checked out the nightlife. It reminded me of a lite version of Khao San in Bangkok.
Loony’s pretty traumatized by the parking so it was hard get him to leave the motel.
It was worth strolling around downtown. There were people everywhere and a vibrant LGBT community. I think Boulder has a strong community itself, but you’d never really know it. Everyone looks like spandex lumberjacks so you can’t tell who is straight and who isn’t. Not that it matters, except I being gay makes you cooler to me.
Back to the lady on the beach, it was no wonder I enjoyed having a linear conversation so much. It made me feel better about things because just earlier this day I looked on with envy at two older ladies who were vacationing together, kayaking and riding bikes. It seemed so easy, so effortless, so not annoying.
It was fun talking to someone I didn’t know, who had the capacity to surprise me. I need to talk to more strangers.
So we stayed a couple days in Cape Cod and now we are on the road again.
Here are some more pictures.
Next stop, Maine!