When the going gets tough, the tough move their asses to Provincetown for a couple days. This is the night view from the deck of our hotel. In the morning the sound of seagulls wakes us up—that and the intense sunlight streaming into the room. I love our hotel—Dyer's Beach House—but no blackout shades here!
I spent the first part of the trip with my friend Julie. Where once we had big '80s hair, we're both sensible blondes now. Then El Spyro got to town for a few days. It's like having two different vacations in one. And I need at least two to get past the building bullshit and also losing two different sources of income. I'd like to tell you I used the time to contemplate the next chapter of my life and had actually come to the conclusion that maybe yoga might be the thing for me. I'm such a deep thinker. And then I read this story about the two most insufferable people who ever lived (and bred!) and realized all my scorn for yoga was well deserved.
There was also a little writing and researching. Like every asshole and their mother, I'm working on a memoir and found out some truly disturbing things about my past. So in the interest of enjoying the rest of my week, I put that away and had a hearty laugh over Julia Allison's book proposal instead. It's unintentionally hilarious and completely stupid, but I have no doubt that some publishing house will buy it and print that instead of something anyone with half a brain would bother reading. Lest you think I'm just a catty jerk, Marisha Pessl's book, Night Film, is completely riveting and Michael Cunningham's, Land's End, is a gorgeous ode to Provincetown. I'm reading the shit out of this vacation and loving every second of it. I just started Danny Bland's, In Case We Die, and I'm addicted.
We also some some art here in town. And go figure, I discover a New York artist, Harry Folsom, to love.
Today if the oceans allow, it's whale watching and more oysters! Tomorrow, home. And in case you're thinking of robbing the joint while I'm away, I have a live-in catsitter who'll kick your ass and leave it for Inky to devour.