1) To awaken on a cool gray morning and drift through the streets before 7 AM in search of coffee. The colors of the Pride flags and leftover Carnival decorations stand out.
2) Joe not open until 9 AM (!), so happily I discovered Connie's at the food court place thingie where the HRC shop is. They sold me a good large cup of coffee and a breakfast burrito. Om nom nom.
3) Reclining in solitude on my eponymous memorial banquette, The morning went by in a flash just by reading the news and ye Fycebykke and packing.
3a) Reading, I should mention, Carrie Fisher's Wishful Drinking, discovered in one of the guest rooms. I'd not yet read it - wow.
4) Massahhhhhahhhhahhhhhge.
5) "But what has happened to the river? Buddha has called out the Sun!" Yes, after this wet, intensely gray weekend, the sun came out as I was leaving. "One of Destiny's merry pranks," to quote the late Margo Channing. By 2 PM I could only offer it a glance as I finished packing and closed up the house.
6) Shoals of people impeded my progress with suitcase up Comical Street - but then, when I'm traveling, I am very sensitive to both time and impediments.
7) Just enough time for a late lunch at my beloved Mayflower Dining before the ferry: gin and tonic and a lobster club enjoyed in a booth in the window.
7a) For me one of the best features of Mayflower Dining is the row of 1940s-era caricatures of local residents. Just like Sardi's.
8) Waiting for the ferry and returning to To Dare More Boldly, which is quite a gear shift from Wishful Drinking. The sun had gone away again, leaving a rich gray sky of many clouds.
9) Much speculation as to the conditions of the trip. The two women in front of me had come over on the morning boat and had a rocky crossing. In the event, while the Salacious slipped and slid a bit over the waves, we had a smooth crossing and I even napped for 30 minutes.
10) Thus ends a brief but full weekend in Provincetown, full of experiences and friends, but lacking the beach.