New England Here We Come!

Somewhere between bitching at the dog and bitching at Matt and bitching at inanimate objects, I realized I needed to get away.  Scratch that: they needed to get away from me, but someone had to be in my ridiculous vacation shots so I dragged Matt along.  (He also makes nice company.)

We spent a few days in Provincetown, Cape Cod and an overnight in Boston.  It rained the first two days, which only made me bitch more, but I stuffed my face with lobster and clams and that seemed to dull the pain. 

Here are a few of our vacay shots from the trip:

Sometime amidst the 8 1/2 hour drive up to the Cape we stopped for lunch.  I think it was in Rhode Island.  Regardless, it was the "middle of nowhere"....

We finally arrived!  Matt showed his appreciation by taking in  the hotel decor.

This was posted next to all the literature at the hotel.  The last sentence is our absolute favorite; we're totally in love with Charlie.

It rained for two days when we arrived.  I made Matt pose with a forlorn expression.  I think he nailed it.

Every visit to Provincetown requires a visit to The Lobster Pot - or so Trip Advisor said.  Here we are, waiting for our table - instead of a disk that lights up when you're called, you get a lobster!  We're easily amused.

This is my come hither look.  Actually, this was on top of Pilgrim Monument in Provincetown, which commemorates the Pilgrims landing there (they landed there before Plymouth - take that, Plymouth!).  The monument is 255 feet or something and big mama (me) climbed the whole thing!  Then I stood in the wind and gave this sexy little look.

This is my love.  I think he looks a bit like a porcupine here.

This was a dike that crossed from one end of Provincetown to another.  It was rocky and over a mile long.

 

This is me saying, "Enough of this, beyotch!" and walking back after we made it to the other side.

OMG right before we got to the Cape there was a GREAT WHITE SIGHTING near our hotel.  This is the northern most sighting of a Great White in years (I'm too lazy to look up the exact amount).  Anyway, this made Matt very happy and he immediately asked the ranger where this shark attack took place (the shark ate a seal) so he could swim at that beach the next day.  He was annoying me that day so I said fine, and into the water he went.

I'm just loving the colors in this.  And Matt's hair...there are no words....

This is a photo of me and my beloved before the Great White got him.  Good times, good times...

Matt was really annoyed I made him sit on this fake whale, called "Bubbles".  But I think he's a bit scared of my wrath so he obliged.

We saw tons of Humpback Whales!  Here are two of them sticking their mouths out of the water. 

And this is a tail.  (Wait - is that what you call the tail of a whale?)

The scenery was gorgeous as the boat made it back to the harbor.  Unfortunately, Matt didn't really notice as he was solely on the look-out for sharks.

This photo brings me to tears.  It was sheer minutes before Matt met his fate with the shark.

The view from our hotel room, which looked onto the pool and harbor.  And a lot of fabulous people sunning themselves.

Cape Cod National Seashore has miles and miles of uninhabited, protected dunes.  So we got in a gas-guzzling SUV and explored them all.  (In all seriousness, Art's Dune Tours were a lot of fun and the scenery was as gorgeous as the ride was bumpy.)

Nestled amidst the dunes are little shacks that namely artists and recluses live in.  They have no electricity and no running water and are relics of ...well, a long time ago.  There are 19 shacks in all and I found myself wondering about the residents. Having Crohn's, I was also intrigued about the bathroom facilities.

Okay, fine!  You got me: he wasn't attacked by a shark.  Here we are at dusk in the dunes.

Then we ate clams and lobster on the beach because we're fancy like that.  Because, obviously, only fancy people wear lobster bibs.  And hold up their dead lobsters for the camera.

Matt's new "man chair".

View from our hotel.  This was the morning we had to leave, and it was gorgeous after a few rainy days, so I took photos to remember how lovely it all was.

I adored, adored, ADORED Provincetown.  It's at the tip of the Cape and a haven for artists and gay men and women, and nerds like us.  It was beautiful, fun, lively, and above all, VERY dog friendly.  Here are two men with their dogs walking in the harbor at low tide.  I vowed to Matt that we were coming back, but next time with Penny in tow.

After Provincetown we spent an overnight in Boston and went on an amazing bike tour (Urban Adventours - very highly recommended).  Here is a photo one of our guides took of Matt at Fenway Park.  Matt didn't know, but he looks like a total badass here - LOVE IT.

Unfortunately Matt killed his badass persona by wearing a decorative bed pillow as a hat back at the hotel.  Some things never change.