PROVINCETOWN:
from New York, and with Noel's band of friends from Chicago (from Bernard and Michael, to Chip and Gordon, to Jun, and Mike & Brian who stayed with us), all surrounded by picturesque 200+ old cape cod shaked homes, New England lighthouses, sand dunes with swaying beach grass, party 
circuit boys galour and 101 drag queens from messy to magnificient!
(ok, P-town Carnival parade pics)
(okay, it's been 10 days, and I am now adding to this entry...I've/we've been so busy with the house, and life in general)
So to break out the "nutshell" by day... we flew from Seattle to Baltimore on a red-eye (ick!), then Baltimore to Boston. Sidenote: AirTran sucks and we will never fly it again, outside of our booked Toronto trip in two weeks...the planes were dirty and trashed, and the night crew were rude. Anywho... We arrived at Boston and had 3 hours to kill before the P-Town ferry pulled out...so off to the city we went. Boston is really cool. I have been wanting to go there for 40 years, so it was nice to get a taste of the downtown core, and Little Italy. We didn't get to Cambridge and such, but we did dip our toes in. We saw Paul "The British are coming! The British are coming!" Revere's house, along with the original markets and Cheers ("where everybody knows your name..."). Can't wait to go back and visit for a longer period of time. Really beautiful.
So the ferry ride took 1-1/2 hours from Boston across the huge bay to Cape Cod (that big flexing arm off of Massachusettes)
...and what a beautiful ride it was with lighthouses and as we got closer on this sunny day, we entered a lightening and thunder show ahead right over P-Town. Provincetown sits on the furthest tip of land on the Cape a feels and acts just like an island in the Atlantic. It's not humid because you always get the ocean breezes, but you do get crazy ocean storms that pass right on by. The pilgrims landed here first in 1620 but only stayed a short while because they realized it was all sand dunes and no tillable soil or water for that matter (sand straight down to granite)...so off they went across the bay (opposite of what we did) and settled in Plymouth (just south of Boston). So cool to be in a place with so much history (unlike Seattle).
So every morning we would roll out of bed at 10am-ish (I think we never switch from Pacific Standard Time...bodies thinking it was 7am...at least no jet lag)...so at 10-11am walk down 2 blocks to the main drag, Commercial Street, and run into my dear ole friend David sitting on some park bench with his friend Carol both working, composing music. So cool, so cool what they were doing in such an amazing setting, but even more so cool to run into David day after day...what a privledge! Love that guy more and more...
I'll never finish this entry on P-Town (it's now Sept.8th at 12:48am)...so I'll just finish with... Our trip had amazing visits with friends. Great hanging with David and Doug. A blast being part of the Chicago gang and hanging with Bernard and Michael, Chip and Gordan, Brian and Mike, Gil & Nam, Tom and Philip, Jun, Ronnie and all the rest crazy Flips! Great art galleries! Yummy seafood! Beautiful scenery! I'd like to call it a "Murder She Wrote...with Drag Queens"
A picture tells a thousand words, so check our my 3 facebook albums if you can:
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=50377&id=635956769
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