Provincetown: A Quick One While He's Away

Two weeks ago (good lord time flies when you're chasing a deadline and making plans and living life to the fullest capacity) I spent the weekend in Provincetown, mostly having a real sleepy time and seeing a bundle o' skits at a festival. It's a funny li'l place: has its roots in a fishing village, essentially, and over time became a haven/refuge for artists and the gay community. Now, it's a touristed-up hybrid of the two, offering seaside kitsch and a fab countercultural vibe that's somewhat manufactured but still charming.

It's crazy to me that in four years of being in Boston I never got down the Cape, easily the most high-profile getaway from the city. This was I guess a legacy of having monthly (if not more frequent) trips back to Chicago, the rigors of the grad program, and a bunch of other hurdles not worth mentioning here. I'm glad I finally got to go - and if nothing else, it feels like I have a somewhat better sense of Bostonian culture - this is irresponsible spitballing and overgeneralizing, but it feels like the ability to outsource relaxation to these seaside retreats keeps the city the brusque, blunt place that it mostly is, where I'm more used to cities sort of splitting the difference. Does this make sense? Does anything on this blog make sense? I'll tell you what: maybe.

And now: off to Chicago! Maybe I'll post about that? Who even knows what this blog is for before the next big junket abroad, but I guess we will all learn that answer... together...

Most of my photos replicated the video above (as is usually the case, since I tend to snap photos and video at the same time) so I'm SORRY if you already saw this shot and are BORED of it by now I guess you must be the kind of person who gets bored by ART huh