Cape Cod & P-Town Weekender

[REPOST from my MySpace blog on Jun. 20, 2005]

Ohhhhh sweet recovery! I just drove over to Cape Cod to visit a friend for the weekend and I somehow made it back alive. lol The first day was reserved for hanging out at her restaurant and helping her cook dinner for her patrons. The restaurant sits right on a big marina near Hyannis and Yarmouth overlooking a river that comes off of the Atlantic Ocean. Must be tough going to work, day in and day out, getting a tan, feeling a nice breeze off the deck as the water in the marina twinkles with each ripple.

Anyway, for the first afternoon/evening on Friday, I helped her out at the restaurant and got to know her employees. They are a great group of people and they've all been with her for all 8 seasons. For dinner, I had Alaskan King Crab legs, special-ordered for me (plus she got a great deal on them thru her supplier) and, since she got several pounds of it, she also made it a dinner special... and it has been a hit with customers so far. When her over-the-top flamer gay guy friend stopped over at the restaurant around closing time, he gave my friend the keys to a little resort room nearby so we wouldn't have to stay at her cottage with her roommate and another friend who is sleeping on the couch (going thru a bad breakup). Apparently her gay guy friend uses that room from time to time because there were no towels for a shower or the jaccuzi and his swim shorts were sopping wet on the floor of the shower. Oyyyy... LOL Before heading to the room, though, we stopped by a couple of bars. Her best friend's car was parked outside of a chinese restaurant/bar, so she turned around to go see him. Some drunk guy from South Carolina tried flirting with me with no success. Her bud was in a crabby mood so we left to check out another bar she knew well. There was a cover band playing and I wished I had taken pictures of the musicians -- the electric guitar player and lead singer both looked like they were straight out of an '80s hair band, the drummer looked 80 years old and the bass player was as nerdy as they get. They were pretty bad but after two drinks and two large Cuervo shots, they were sounding damn good. LOL By the end of the night, I can honestly say I have never been so drunk!

The next morning, she got in touch with a couple of her friends and we drove up to Provincetown (aka: P-town...aka: Gay Town USA) at the end of the Cape, which was only maybe 40 miles tops. We all got a room above the Vixen night club (which, btw, only has a one-night minimum) right smack in the middle of downtown. Wow, was that a shameless plug or what! After walking up and down Commercial Street, checking out shops and bars all day, we decided to go back to our rooms and take naps. My friend napped but her friends and I didn't... so when my friend woke up, she was ready to hit the clubs again but we weren't. We ended up getting talked into going out for a little while but our friends went back to the hotel after only half an hour or so. So while the bars and shops were closing up, my friend and I decided to walk around a little more. She saw a big ship at the end of a pier that she wanted to check out earlier in the day, so we walked out there to see what it was used as. The night watchman at the marina there told us that it was a soldier's barracks boat in WWII that was pushed or pulled by a tugboat where ever it went. My friend tried and tried to let the guy allow us on the ship to look around, but to no avail. While chatting with the marina guy, another man who was hanging around found out that my friend owned a restaurant that he knew of... so despite his wanting to go to bed, he instead invited us on his yacht where his wife and another couple were aboard just winding down the evening. We took our shoes off before entering the "livingroom," they offered us a glass of wine and we sat down to chat for a good hour. My friend and everyone on board had some mutual friends and enemies, so they talked about that for much of the hour. It seems like everyone I met while in Cape Cod owned some kind of company or business. I suppose that's how they afford to live there. I think I was the only one who had a regular little job, but that was cool with them. I didn't sense any snobbery...really nice people, all the way around.... even if some of them were on the tipsy side.

I woke up the next morning on Sunday before my friend did, so I took a shower and went into town for breakfast at the Post Office Cafe. Met up with the other friends while walking around and we shopped for swag. After my friend woke up and our other friends had left P-town for an appointment, we hopped in her truck and headed to a couple of beaches...wishing we could've used the firewood in the back of her truck for a beach fire under the stars with our friends, but due to fog, we cancelled those plans.

All three days on the Cape were, for the most part, absolutely gorgeous and I hope to go out again soon. They're trying to contact their friends with boats so we can have a big party out on the water one of these days, and I am SO in! I'm happy to be back home, though. It was a wild weekend and it's just nice to be back to some normalcy again but, unfortunately, back to the grindstone, too.