Summer Vacation in P-Town (Better than a White Line)

Last week I managed to get away from Cambridge for a couple of days. My friend John and I, along with Torstan from Costa Rica (not pictured) put our bikes on the back of my car, and we whipped out to Cape Cod. John’s family owns a famous restaurant in Provincetown, the Lobster Pot, and so we would be staying at John’s cottage and he acted as a sort of tour guide for me. Here is John and I before we left:

Seeing my friends Genevieve and Emerson was a major reason I wanted to go out to P-Town… Genevieve and I outside of Bubalas:

This would have freaked me out when I was younger. As an example of conquering my fears, I had my picture taken in front of this crossed hut. Genevieve said that the architecture was “very Cape Cod.”

Genevieve, Emerson, John and I went to the Beachcomber, in Wellfleet, to eat lunch. We had raw oysters, tuna tacos, chips and salsa, onion rings, etc… it was great… Then we took some pictures at the adjacent beach:

We drove back to Provincetown on Route 6A, which runs along the shore on the bay side. I had to stop and cross the highway to take this picture. Drivers-by were not pleased, but I was:

Getting ready for some night-life, I read newspapers and watched live Olympic coverage while John took a nap. This is inside his neat cottage, which featured no less than two chandeliers:

Emerson was DJing that night at the Bradford, in the basement:

Emerson’s DJ moniker is WHITE ANIMAL (mine is 3rdarm) and we have DJed together before, although tonight it was just me dancing with him and a Diet Coke:

On the drive back to Cambridge, I stopped the car at the cottage in Eastham that my family rented for a couple weeks every summer when I was a kid. It had been bulldozed, and a new, larger cottage built in its place. The emotion I am trying to convey is “What happen?”

Just a couple other thoughts… Genevieve’s coworker Kim, a really nice lady, coined the phrase of the summer, “Shitshow.” Any restaurant worker in America’s recession knows what that means. For the record my favorite song that DJ White Animal played was not “I want to break free” by Queen, which I requested, but rather, “Never Been Any Reason,” by Head East, which I had never heard before. Lyrics, people!

“Did you see any action? Did you make any friends?
Would you like some affection? Before I leave again.

I’ve been walking behind you, since you’ve been able to see.
There’s never been any reason, for you to think about me.

Did you have any bad dreams, did you break any glass?
Would you be my companion, is there even a chance?

You’ve been talking in circles, since I’ve been able to cry.

There’s never been any reason, for ever telling me why, yea, yea.

Save my life, I’m going down for the last time.
Woman with the sweet lovin’, better than a white line.
Bring a good feeling ain’t had in such a long time.
Save my life, I’m going down for the last time.”