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I’m way overdue for an update. No faulty body to blame this time- just an overall lack of time and computer access. I am in desperate need of a laptop for my travels (in case anyone out there has one they just want to throw in my direction.) I started to write an entry a week or so ago and wasn’t able to finish, but I hope to do that later tonight. In the meantime, I thought I should explain my absence and talk a bit about the spectacular time I had with my wife, BoomBoom and our friend Meg, down the Cape. “Down the Cape” is how Massachusetts natives describe the act of going to Cape Cod. You don’t go “Down to Cape Cod,” you simply go “Down the Cape.” This is perfectly acceptable here, much like how it seems perfectly acceptable in the rest of the country to ignore the “u” in the word “auntie.” (One of the best words in the English language, by the way.)
Anyhow, my memorial day weekend was spent down the Cape at a rental house with BoomBoom. We got down there Saturday and I had a lovely bath in this tub:
After some much needed and deserved lounging, BoomBoom and I went out to a local bar/nightclub (I use the term “nightclub” loosely here) to check out some local scenery. Don’t we look adorable?
While we were on our best behavior, not everyone at the local pub was in such good form. We were standing around, minding our own business (really, I’m not even being sarcastic here) when a large man came up behind me, picked me up, spun me in the air, and then deposited me back on the floor. Out of nowhere. We weren’t talking to this guy, looking at him, nothing. We both stood there in shock while he said something unintelligible in a very drunken Irish brogue before being dragged off by his horrified friends. One of his friends ran over to me and asked if I was okay. I assured her that I was, though the guy had messed up my pedicure when my feet hit the ceiling.
Sunday was BBQ day. The wife had invited some friends down. We made lots of food and I made my world famous sangria. In my usual OCD behavior around music, I also made 11 mixed CD’s for the weekend. That’s right- ELEVEN. That’s 11 mixes with about 20 songs on each. This girl does not mess around with music. Of course, the fact that I made the mixes gave me ample opportunity to yell “This is my favorite song!” I’m glad that BoomBoom and I are both amused by my obnoxiousness, because I don’t know if anyone else was.
The most fun of the weekend was had after the party-goers had left and it was just BoomBoom, Meg, and I- cleaning up, snacking, and dancing like fools. I present the evidence:
I couldn’t even tell you how long this went on for, but we ended up deciding to go back to the scene of the crime from Saturday night. No cheerleading moves for me tonight, but again, we looked cute:
Monday was spent doing some more lounging and then a trip to the Hyannis mall. Naturally, we had to do some perfectly normal sight-seeing for grown ups:
Good times were had by all. It was a much needed weekend of foolishness. Thanks BoomBoom and Meghan for the laughs. Peace and Humptiness.