Provincetown

We spent the day in Provincetown yesterday -- after swimming ... after moving a table saw of Bob's to Donny's house ... and after visiting at Ireland Way and looking at photo albums of Louise when she was a girl ... and talking to Joe and Jan about yard sales.  Joe sells hot dogs at yard sales and makes a killing at 7 a.m.

P-town was unbelievably hot.  We got there and Fiona and Sam wanted to spend a little time at the skate park.  Sunny and I wilted under a small patch of shade and Charlie tried to pass out drinks and snacks.  

Then we went into town.  I love the houses and little gardens in Provincetown.  I love the health food store -- 141.  I got a Greena Colada, which was coconut water, frozen pineapple, banana and spinach.  It saved my life.  I also bought a little peppermint oil water spritzer to cool down our skin at the farmer's market... and kept spaying every one of us all day.  It was 100 degrees and so so humid.

It sort of took the fun out of it a little bit.  We were dazed.  

I LOVED seeing a kid playing his piano in front of the town hall.  He wheeled it up on a homemade cart and sat down and played, sang and smoked in the heat.  I could have listened to him all day.  He sounded like an old man who had lived a hard life.  He is, however, a 17 year old who has quite a few older, drunken gay men following him around.

One guy sat on a bench shouting out to Willy while he drank from a bottle of vodka and then a bottle of grapefruit juice. This old lech

appeared to be smitten.  

Willy is playing the piano and Charlie is not the old lech.  Just an overheated 45 year old guy who in all his life has never been so hot at the cape.