We had heavy rain overnight and I woke up to a windy overcast sky, made breakfast and did a rehearsal for the presentation tomorrow morning for a class in public heath at Southern Connecticut State University and I straighten out the cottage because a friend is coming up to go to Fantasia Fair.
Today’s lunch is at the Post Office… no, no, no. Not that post office but a restaurant in Provincetown, Post Office Café, it is under new ownership.
Then the Keynote address which is the presentation of the Pioneer Award (Jude Patton and Rupert Raj), grocery shopping, and then head back to the cottage. And tonight's entertainment is Comic Bingo Festival which I don't think that I will go to (I'm officially a senior citizen because I have played bingo at a senior center.).
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I stopped at The Post Office (I now have a PO Box up here) on the way to P'town for lunch at the Post Office. Nothing much has changed at the Post Office Café still good food (I had the meatloaf w/home fries for which they are known for.). I sat with two other attendees who I didn't know and one of them reads my blog, "You look familiar? Do you write a blog?" Guilty as charged.
Then I went to the keynote address after lunch, it was the presentation of the Pioneer Award and it went to Rupert Raj a Canadian activist who is retired and living in Spain.
I stopped by the Stop & Shop on the way home to get food for breakfast and for Thursday's night dinner, spaghetti and meatballs & sausages.
I decided not to go to the bingo and I didn't make it past 9 before going to bed to write this.
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One time we came up early on a Saturday, the tail end of Women’s Week and half the B&B were women, there was a group of them who came from the mid-west.
The B&B always puts out a couple of bottles of wine with cheese and crackers, so one side of the table were the lesbians and on the other side were us. And nary a word was said was said between them… until… until the topic of coming out was mentioned.
Somehow the bottles that B&B put out became dead soldiers and a few of us made runs to our rooms and came back with more wine and snacks.
The party broke up, the lesbians were getting hungry and we had an opening night wine and cheese party (Just what we needed, more wine.). So each group went to find the entertainment for the night.
When the opening night party broke up at the Crowne Pointe we went down the hill to Commercial St and started walking back to the B&B and guess who we bumped into coming out of bar? The lesbians!
They were also going back to the B&B, once we got there the women asked us to join them in the hot tub.
So we all were having a great old time in the tub together when BANG, BANG, BANG on the gate door… POLICE!
Whoa!
A woman officers came in and said do you know what time it is? Its one o’clock! And the neighbors are complaining.
I decided to split to my room.
In the morning there were a lot of blood shot eye and hangovers. Sitting around the table drinking coffee like there was no tomorrow, the owners came in and slammed the door behind them which cause a lot of moans. They said, "And why were the police here early this morning?"
They were heading back to the Chicago area that day, before they left we took a group photo.
2022 Fantasia Fair (Trans Week)
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