Still Here After All These Years

Dad just dragged his ass off o breakfast with Uncle B -- to The Egg and I -- a smile plastered across his face.  Poor Guy.
I'll get dressed and ready -- today, we're going to Provincetown (Moishe K: "It's gay, you know.").
Weather is stupendous and it's not supposed to cloud over and rain until Sunday -- our departure date.
Will start out at 6:00, according to dad's request.

LA CAGE AUX FOLLES -- and today, one of the folle was dad.
Of we went to Provincetown (MK: "You know there are homosexuals there."  BLC:  "Yes, I know, honey.")
It was a fabulous day.  Perfect weather.  No humidity.
Walked up and down Commercial Street.  It was quite an eye opener for dad.
I have a picture of him with a cross-dresser, dressed in pink tights and an outlandish silk, polka-dotted outfit, with a two-foot-high hat, who performs in his own one man -- oops, one woman - show called LIP-SHTICK.  He was a hoot.
Then there were the two burly, wrestler-type guys dressed in blonde wigs, similar to Anne of Green Gables, fully costumed in extremely, short tutus, draped over ten layers of crinoline.  One was driving down the street on a tricycle.
Then there was the maitre d', standing outside a restaurant, shirtless, tight short denims, every few seconds, practising balletic, pas de deux ....
We went to a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant which turned out to have fabulous food,  I had a great meal.  We were the only hetero couple in the establishment.  The guy sitting next to us with his companion, was very friendly.  After the meal, he became more animated.  Asked where we were from.  Was it our first time?
"Did you know," he asked, sub rosa, "that it was gay?"
We said that yes, we had known.
He said, "I ask because people have come here and have been completely surprised.  They didn't know."
"Oh, no," we answered ever so nonchalantly, "we knew that....we even had gay patients in our practices!"  We are such cosmopolitans!

In the main central square, we stopped to enjoy some jazz played by three old musicians.  It was lovely to see how much they were enjoying themselves.
At four, completely exhaused, we came back to Dennis Port and our humble little cottage.
Had supper on R&R's porch and now we're going to watch a DVD.

It's winding down.

Just now, we had a knock on our door.  "Come in, we shouted."
Two kids popped their heads in, asking if there were any kids here.  "Sorry, no kids."
"Oh, too bad, we're having a game of flashlight tag."  So cute.

Take care, my little chickadees.
See you soon.
B.