Sunday, September 25, 2005  

Cape Cod: 3

We got to see 40 Year Old Virgin last night and it was freaking hilarious. Not the kind of movie we needed to see in a theater, but it was well worth it. And by worth it, I mean: Night Out. Not the $10 per person ticket, because that was insane.

The biggest downside (besides being robbed by the cinema) was that my grandmother sat down next to me. Well, not my grandmother, but surly someone's. And, she did enjoy the movie. All the jokes about ass-sex and blowjobs had gam-gam doubling over in laughter, literally.

So I guess it's a great movie to take your grandma too.

Today we just went for a drive. We were going to go back to Chatham, but we figured it was a going to be a lot like Ptown in that not much would be different.

Tine looks at something wicked cool. But I can't be bothered to look. Chatham beach. That house is worth twenfthy bajillion clams.

A Woman, A Lighthouse and The Flag. Do Not Feed the Wildlife. It might eat you.

We headed up to the lighthouse and took 2 billion pics of the seaside and the lighthouse that we didn't take on Friday. We got there just in time. The limited parking was backed up when we finally left.

The Lighthouse with Fence. #321 in Series. Lighthouse without Fence. Don't jump the fence. Homeland Security really takes issue.

Back to Chatham for lunch at The Squire. The same place that made me dog-sick last time.

Lunch at the Squire. Hopefully, this time it won't kill me.

Then we just headed up Route 6A looking for some more seaside. Too many places down here are Resident Only and Private Ways. It's almost scary how little of the beach you can actually get to. There's so many motels, inns and other tourist attractions that contrast to the that it couldn't be clearer how much of a double-edged sword the entire Cape's economy of tourism is for the people that actually live here.

By sheer accident, we followed a road to Rock Harbor, a public landing that had a large beach we could walk up and down.

Tine, trying to look like we belong. We don't.
Another house on the shore at Rock Harbor that would cost more than could be earned in one lifetime. Rock Harbor. Yes, those appear to be trees. If we had read the plaque it would have probably told us why. We suck.

The weather all weekend has been fantastic. Cool and breezy, like our honeymoon 5 years ago. I think today was the warmest, toping out at about 70. It's the first signs of an actual autumn; all last week was in the mid-80s.

Tomorrow we head home.

posted by Evil Wayne | 7:26 PM
4 comments 4 Comments:

ahhh, The Squire. My old stomping grounds. I made Mortal do blowjobs there during that three weeks we dated. I'm sure he remembers. :)

Svet

By Anonymous Anonymous, at Mon Sep 26, 12:31:00 AM 2005  

d i s t u r b i n g

:O

By Blogger Evil Wayne, at Tue Sep 27, 10:57:00 PM 2005  

Yah, was hard to do too - I gaged too much to get it right.

By Anonymous Cranky Dan, at Thu Sep 29, 12:42:00 AM 2005  

And it just keeps getting disturbing...

Stop the pain.

By Blogger Evil Wayne, at Thu Sep 29, 08:26:00 PM 2005  

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