Thanks for visiting. I'm a recent transplant to the Boston Massachusetts area, living with my boyfriend while he completes his MBA. I'm originally from Utah, I like Apple, FileMaker, writing about my feelings, and eating edamame.
SML and I decided on Sunday to take a ferry to Provincetown, an area of Massachusetts that the gays have been raving to us about. SML and I were indecisive this weekend, asking questions with questions like, "I don't know, what do YOU want to do." By the time we decided on Provincetown the next ferry wasn't until 2:00 p.m.
I took the above picture as soon as got off the boardwalk. I really cannot describe how lovely I thought the whole place was, or how beautiful the ocean is on this part of the Cape. SML kept gushing how much he loved the fresh salt air while I was just excited to not be near one of the thousand or so moving trucks that have migrated to Allston with the new school year.
As we were walking into town I kept telling SML how I didn't understand why all the gays are in love with Provincetown. When did it become popular to hang around small towns, no matter how beautiful and scenic, when Boston is only a ninety minute ferry ride? A friend of SML's called Provincetwon the "Gay Mecca" and although we did see a pirate ship of sorts with a pride flag, I just wasn't ready to get on my knees and face the east.
But then we walked into town. And all of that changed.
Now. I don't know if they have those flags flying all year long, or if they just strung them up to greet SML and I, but holy cow. The entire city was like a pride festival, except without a parade. Unless you count that man dressed up as Dorothy riding a bicycle and telling everyone to come to the Crown.
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