At 7AM I rode my bike from my basement in Harvard Square to the Boston harbor, where I boarded the high speed ferry bound for Provincetown. On the other side, my friend Genevieve was waiting for me. We ate breakfast at Chach. I had the fried oyster eggs’ benedict, probably because Genevieve called it intense. She told me to stop trying to control my universe. Sometimes I need that real talk.
Around noon I rode my bike down to Truro, and watched the R. Kelly video for “Real Talk,” for the first time. We headed over to my good friend Emerson’s pad. He was weed wacking sans shirt beside a koi pond. The largest of the colorful koi were worth thousands. They ate the fresh cut grass as it fell into their pond.
Genevieve and I passed Rosie O’Donnell walking down the street in Provincetown. She was wearing grey sweatpants and an inch and a half of her roots were showing. We said nothing and made our way to the grocery store to pick up ingredients for an artichoke and roast mushroom pate Genevieve planned to make for the cocktail party later that evening. I helped her cook all afternoon. I chopped the mushrooms, cashews, basil, washed all the dishes, and ate hundreds of artichoke leaves.
That evening, Emerson hosted a cocktail party at a residence way out on Captain’s Wharf, in P-town’s West End. It began as a classy affair with Truro-grown arugula salad, Wellfleet oysters, beef carpaccio, and our delicious artichoke and mushroom pate. The people drank gin and St. Germain cocktails, and champagne, and one person wore a tie. I spoke to a Lithuanian girl about basketball behind the Iron Curtain. In the early evening it was low tide but as darkness fell the tide rose beneath us.
We left early and when we got back to Genevieve’s house she made us dinner, and put on Slumdog Millionaire. I was very grateful to escape the party because parties are not my thing and I was very tired. In the morning Genevieve made lemon-maple granola with fresh coconut, cashews, pecans, and dried blueberries. She sent some home with me and its great. Back in Cambridge now, I’m reflecting that it was amazing to get away from the city, with a little help from my bike and a boat and a good friend, even only for a day. Thank you!