land's end

Today was our last full day in Provincetown; tomorrow morning we get up bright and early and hit the road. As always, we're quite sweet about leaving. There were a bunch of emotional moments: taking Nicky for his last walk around town, saying goodbye to Vanessa at the video store, having one of Ken's special waffles for breakfast, walking down the pier and looking back on the city, and just breathing in the very distinct Ptown air. This place means so much to me and I'm so thankful Sean introduced me to this place and showed me how magical it is. To quote my friend Amy in Providence: Provincetown is ethereal. I hope I come back very soon.

an ethereal skyline

Today was an overcast, sleepy day in Provincetown, Mass. It started out sunny and humid, so the plan was to get Venezualan food for lunch then head for the beach. As soon as we were done eating the skies began to look threatening, so as a spur of the moment change of plans, we ended up heading to the pirate museum instead. It was something that I've been curious about since my first trip to Ptown but never experienced, so now I can say I've done it. It was nice going down to the end of the pier and looking back on Provincetown. My third home.

live in ptown--one week only: Nick!

I love this city. It's so ideal in so many ways. It's the kind of utopia we idealized in my college Feminist Theory classes; so many different kinds of people living in one little peaceful communal world. Everyone's so nice and it's all so heart-warning. And everywhere is Nick friendly. He's joining the ranks of the local drag queens and performance artists as a Ptown celebrity. Bless.

i love you so let me hide

What a day. We spent most of the day eating food at excellent restaurants, shopping for records and other cool stuff, and dodging the rain. This evening, we grabbed some Thai food on the West End and then popped into a little alt boutique called Map. After spending a few minutes looking at a coffee table book about Cali punk, I walked to the back of the store and passed Michael Cunningham--one of my favorite authors--who'd apparently been there the whole time. Unfortunately, I had some drinks at the restaurant and was too drunk and embarrassed to say anything. i just kept sneaking peeks, then fled the West End and took Nick for a walk. This is what the beautiful evening looked like as I walked Nick down Central and felt starstruck. Michael Cunningham!

somewhere between hollywood and bollywood

There's an international film festival in town this week, ending today, and we got tickets to two movies; the directorial debuts of Madonna--it was ok--and Gael Garcia Bernal--it was brilliant. While walking around town between films, I ran into John Waters twice and Gael Garcia Bernal once. What an exciting night! Oh, and I saw this pretty sight while waiting by the bay for the second film to begin.