Friday. Saturday. Sunday. Monday. Okay, I'm just about halfway complete with documenting the one vacation I took this summer. Although we lost the youngest of the adult members of our family when my sister headed home, we still had lots of fun things to see and do.
The agenda for Tuesday was to travel to P-Town (Provincetown to the uninitiated) to do some shopping and top notch people watching. P-Town is a Mecca for the LGBT community and draws all sorts of artists, writers, poets, entertainers, and people who just don't give a shit about what people think of them anymore, as well as their patrons and gawkers. It's a small seaside town, but packed to the gills with people.
But first, we had a family game morning at the kitchen table. My brother and his family like to play the board game Dixit. This is essentially a cross between Apples To Apples and Balderdash. Each player gets a turn to "tell a story," which could be a phrase, gesture, or sound. All players have a hand of cards with pictures on them and each puts in the best match for the story. Players can earn points by selecting the card the storyteller played or having other players select his/her offering. Each player has a game piece that marks the number of points earned until someone reaches the end and wins. The rules are simple enough that G-Bug and my nephews were all able to play. Although the oldest, I probably had the least mature story, as I went with "who farted?" The accompanying pictures from all the players made the story hilarious.
Around lunchtime we headed to P-Town. The day was one of the hottest of the trip with bright sun and blue sky. There was a long line of cars at the first turn off the highway into town so we traveled on to the next light. This took us by our usual parking lot we use when we visit, but the lot was already full. We headed toward the tower and circled the area until we lucked out and found a spot someone had just vacated. We were just two blocks away from the main drag (considering this was P-Town I feel obligated to say "no pun intended"). We met the rest of our group across the street from a Pilgrim memorial.
We did a little bit of window shopping as we made a slow progress down Commercial Street. The streets were jammed with people, bicyclists, and the occasional car or service van. A short time passed before we were starting to get hungry, so we made our way to a small food court nearby. Everyone had a different taste in mind for lunch, so each person went to his/her choice and we met on a deck overlooking the water. There was a bar on the deck and my brother, the Wifey, and I got a beer. I just had a bowl of clam chowder for lunch while others got chicken, burritos or hamburgers. We were able to get a table with an open umbrella to shade us and allow us to enjoy the view.
We did more active shopping after lunch. There were a couple boutique-style stores that G-Bug liked and she bought a shirt at one store. My brother bought her some perfume at this store as a birthday gift. Also at this store was an artist's portfolio which contained several drawings of men (one endowed with what looked like a fence post) in various stages of "relations." My oldest nephew flipped through a few pages with a look of shock on his face. I told him he should probably just close the book. Unlike most instruction, he followed this one immediately.
We only toured a small section of Commercial Street before the heat and humidity started to take their toil. We had to make one more stop at Cuffy's, the true indicator of a successful Cape Cod trip. On every trip to the Cape, my family had stopped at this store to get a sweatshirt or T-shirt. My closet holds 4 or 5 sweatshirts and my dresser is filled with twice as many T-shirts, but I opted for one more T-shirt this trip. I found a nice gray one for Cape League baseball. One of the best things about Cuffy's shirts is they are ready to wear soft right off the shelf. Most souvenir shop shirts feel scratchy to me and I have to wash them before wearing them. We stopped at Twisted Pizza and Ice Cream before heading home.
We had a couple hours to rest and freshen up before the couples headed out for a night of their own. The Tutus agreed to watch the kids while the parents had a chance to whoop it up. Our evening started at the Wicked Oyster, a fancy restaurant located in Wellfleet. We showed up a little early for our 7:30 reservations, but they were able to accommodate us. We had a round of drinks before dinner and another round during. Knowing we were going to close our Cape vacation with a lobster dinner, I stayed away from most of the seafood. I finally settled on the duck trio. It was very good, but too much food, and I had to leave some on my plate.
