First, let me just say don’t kid yourself: it takes a whole day to get from New York to Provincetown. Buses and trains and ferries… I got a panic attack from boredom on the train and Evan told me to just sit quietly, which was impossible.
Once you get there, Provincetown is a magical place where half the summer population is gay (mostly male), and the other half is made up of families and straight couples. It’s extremely harmonious and beautiful and I saw a big lesbian wedding right on the ocean while I sat at the pool. Utopia found!
We stayed our first two nights at the Provincetown Inn, which must be exactly like The Shining in the winter. It is one weird place, but extremely reasonably priced for the area. It’s surrounded by the beach and ocean on two sides and yet it has a dive bar with no windows on the premises. Do you get what I’m saying? It’s a strange place. The pool was a huge scene, complete with loud music and a pool bar with a flirtatious bartender. He flirted with the boys and said he didn’t believe I was over 25. We all loved him.
Evan and I spent the first morning hiking out over a long rocky path from our hotel that lead us to a beautiful isolated beach.
We hiked back and ate lunch at The Red Inn, overlooking the water. As we walked out, Tim and Jorge rode up on a petty cab. It was perfect! We bought some wine and drank it on the beach at our hotel, then had drinks by the pool, then proceeded to drink one million glasses of tequila at dinner, as evidenced by this photograph of one million glasses on our table.
Then this happened.
After an urgently needed brunch the next day, Evan and I went out to Drew’s dune shack. The shack has no running water or electricity, and is nestled right in the dunes of the national seashore. It also looks exactly like the set for Anthropologie’s housewares catalog.
We did a lot of grilling and had a bonfire. It was pretty beautiful.
