If you know my partner Jess, you know that he gets a little weepy. Ok, a lot weepy. He's been known to shed a tear when watching The Golden Girls. Freakish, I know, but it just makes me love him more. I guess this trait is not necessarily endearing to everyone else. This past Saturday, during a "drunk dialing" episode, a dear friend put it all in perspective.It had been a spectacular day. It was sunny and warm so we spent the afternoon lying on the beach. When we'd had our fill of sand and surf, we headed back home. After a quick shower, we popped open a lovely bottle of Champagne. When the bubbly was gone, we decided to head over to Tea Dance. That's when reality started to sink in.
It was dead. The enormous bay-side deck that had been teeming with people only a week ago was almost empty. There was a total lack of what our friend Darryl calls "talent" (hot men.) The bars out on the deck were boarded up and our favorite bartenders were nowhere to be found. Summer was over, despite what the calendar might say. Even though we have our place until September 30th, Provincetown feels a little sad after Labor Day. We have no more extended stays or even long weekends scheduled.
We decided to cut our losses and find a place to have dinner. We went to our favorite restaurant, Front Street, without a reservation. Cindy, the hostess, has seen us a lot this Summer and is very good to us. She gives us a table whose party is 8 minutes late. We drown our sorrows in two-and-a-half bottles of wine, appetizers, salads and entrees. We were too engorged to have dessert, so we staggered home.
Back home, Jess gets the phone and starts dialing everyone he knows. The only person foolish/kind enough to take his call is our friend, Danny, who lives in New York. He works weekends and had just gotten out for a late dinner with some friends. Jess starts to relay his sad story of how the Summer is over, no one is left in P-town, blah blah blah. Danny listens attentively for several minutes, then laughs and says, "You're both such spoiled bitches! I love you though. Gotta go. Talk to you later." Click.
He was right of course. We're so friggin' lucky. Not just because of the things we have, but because we have friends who will give us a reality check when we need one.
2 comments:
Ah, bittersweet memories of another summer come and gone. You both know that I am right there with you. At least you had last weekend. I mean, I had a wonderful time with my family, but the weather was such that it just might have been the last real summer day of the season. This weekend there's a 70 percent chance of rain forecast for Saturday, and though sunny, it's only supposed to get to 63 degrees on Sunday. Florida, here I come!
Like your Jess, my Fritz breaks down at the slightest provocation. It's one reason I adore the man--and I suspect it might be the same with you.
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