{"id":386,"date":"2004-06-16T10:48:25","date_gmt":"2004-06-16T14:48:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.law.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2004\/06\/16\/if-youre-fond-of-sand-dunes-and-salty-a"},"modified":"2004-06-16T10:48:25","modified_gmt":"2004-06-16T14:48:25","slug":"if-youre-fond-of-sand-dunes-and-salty-air","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/archive.blogs.harvard.edu\/snarl\/2004\/06\/16\/if-youre-fond-of-sand-dunes-and-salty-air\/","title":{"rendered":"If You’re Fond of Sand Dunes and Salty Air…"},"content":{"rendered":"

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These past five days have provided me with a much-needed break from regular life. I won’t be providing you with a blow-by-blow description of what took place (keep your minds out of the gutter, girls), but I will give you the Reader’s Digest version:<\/P>
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On Friday night we met up with Matt’s high school friend, Kathy, and her hubby, child and two friends. They were staying at the Park Plaza so we went to Davio’s for dinner and then got dessert at Finale. MMMMMMMMM<\/P>
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On Saturday morning, Matt’s brother and girlfriend came by and we all went to the Gay Pride Parade. Feeling adventurous, we brought Dusty along. Big Mistake. Apparently, 8-lb puppies don’t particularly care for Dykes on Bikes or the Ramrod’s techno-dance float. But we ran into our old Salem friends (hello Peter, Christopher, Robert, Duncan) and saw our friends from Malden marching in the parade (let’s hear it for Jason and Dave). We also saw Tim with the Episcopal contingent. After the parade, we joined the festivities on Boston Common where we finally met two guys Matt and I have been chatting with for the past month or so (props to David and Chad).<\/P>
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After the festivities, we rented a car and drove to Cape Cod to spend the night at my parents before heading out to Provincetown on Sunday morning. And what an amazing day it was. We couldn’t have asked for better weather. Since it wasn’t peak season, the shops and streets weren’t overrun with people (though, I do typically prefer it like that). The condo we stayed in was about 20 feet away from the high tide line and had 3 floors of unobstructed waterfront views. Our bedroom was on the second floor (with the 3 windows and balcony) and we left the windows open all night so it sounded like the waves were crashing up against the house.<\/P>
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That was when I realized I was a freak. Most people find that sound to be soothing and it actually helps them fall asleep. But I was distracted by it. I guess I prefer the rhythm of those fake wave machines. Real life waves are more erratic…I ended up putting in my ear plugs.<\/P>
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The next day was cloudy and windy (sounded like the house was going to blow over at times) so we ended up shopping and eating. I had the most magnificent rice crispies treat dipped in chocolate and stuck on a stick. It was the size of a 4×6 index card and I managed to devour it within minutes.<\/P>
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Yesterday we returned to Boston – but not before dropping Dusty off at Canine College for two weeks. When she returns, she should be much better behaved (and, contrary to all of my previous postings, I am missing her). I finished off the day by going to Macy’s and H&M to update my summer wardrobe. Chris (and others) should very happy to know that I didn’t go to Old Navy once!<\/P>
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If you’re interested in seeing more photos of Provincetown or Gay Pride, check out “Karl’s Photo Gallery” (link on top right).<\/P>
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