In From the Cape, from the Sand and Sea men

Well, well, well, what can I say, the summer air, the small of the beach and all the sea men all conspired to make a trip of enchantment and fun! It seems like forever since I have been with you all, and as you guessed, way behind on blogging! And this weekend will bring yet more holiday festivities. My trip was extremely fun, filled with days at the beach, a scrumptious seafood bake, a drag show, nights out on the town, a whale watch, a parade, meeting old and new friends, and two readers- the beauty and the beast, being swooned by men, lots of eating, and putting away some gin. Our lovely host were the most gracious of host and even had a hot tub installed this year, which was a great way to end a long evening out....or other things. And my friend Preston with help of the Lad, almost got me to get a tattoo, but I was told not to drink to much before going to get it. Well that never happened. But I good time was had by all, and even though Provincetown is a seven, very long hours drive, to the very tip of the Cape, it is ooohhhhh so worth it! Every year durning Carnival Week there is a theme and this year was no exception. Space Odyssey was it this year and the highlight for me is always the parade. But the theme can be seen all over the town, at the beach and even at some of the private house parties.

The lovely, funny, and campy Miss Richfield 1981, another of my favorite queens....

The Marc Jacobs float....

 

The fabulous Hat Sister with their outer space seahorse hats

We also met up with another reader of mine, Pearly Gates. Here, during the parade, she was getting ready for a afternoon show, but outside she was pinching the nip of a poor shot boy. But can you blame her, he was just so melt in your mouth!

 

I do believe a parade went through here....

After the parade it was off to the Crown and Anchor for the after parade party so to speak. The Mistress wore only a pair of hose, a silver square cut, and pink go go boots! And they were made for walking too!

Seen on a pier post near the beach......

The Lobster Pot....one of my favorite places for lunch and dinner.

Most afternoons were spent on the beach with tons of men and some libations. And our hosts house was almost right on the beach making for a short walk. One of my blog readers had sent me an email, Cali Boi, who I was just dying to meet!!!! After almost five years of fresh comments and flirty emails, I got to meet him in the flesh, and what a tall glass of water he was. He was joined by his very sweet friend Tim. During the trip we met up several times and had him in for cock-a-tails at the house. He has already said he is planning a trip to Philly for the fall to visit the Mistress. Will he be another house boy? Time will tell........

You know I had to stop at the Marc Jacobs location here, you know, just in case he was inside. You know he is to be my next husband right? Alas, he wasn't there. I just give up. But there is some fabulous shopping here and lots of service shops here also.

View down the Commercial Street shopping district. And more men!

Spank the Monkey....

Preston decided to have his nipples pierced! Was he drunk? I'm not sure,but I already got my tongue stuck on one of the piercings, please don't ask. But he better let me use those abs for my laundry one of these days! Meanwhile the Mistress almost got a very small tattoo, but was turned down as I had just a wee bit libations!

We also did the whale watch again. Getting me up early was ugly I'm here to tell ya. The morning started out very foggy, but got beautiful. While the captain didn't trust the Mistress to drive the boat, we did get the tour and even saw two whales. But yet again the Mistress wasn't quick enough with the camera,damn it! Afterwards our host prepared a seafood bake right on the beach for our "last supper" in Provincetown.

After such a lovely time it was hard to leave. When at a beach, I'm always torn to leave. But the Mistress had to get home to relax before my second trip- to the Pocono Mountains, to join other friends for some relaxing, weinie roasting, and some good ole frolic in a all gay campground! And that's another story! Tootles!