Saturday marked the final night of summer vacation, also known as the Summer of Love. It was bittersweet — after a long summer of adventure in this one-horse town, we’re all ready to move on to the next phase – Westfield. Wait a moment .. I don’t go to Westfield. O god. I go to MCLA. Which means that while my sisters escape North Adams and get to party it out with all these people in Whip City, I’ll be here, nose to the grindstone with my day job and my school. Thank god MCLA is so easy.
On Thursday night mom wanted to go out to eat. She was looking for a place that would be inexpensive and somewhere that wasn’t too far from the house.
On the third day we went into Provincetown to a bar called “The Old Colony Tap.” The bar was way too dark but it had strong drinks and a dreaded bartender who allegedly used to run drugs from Truro to North Adams. Small world. We all got Long Island Iced Teas and it took me the entire time we were at the bar to drink it. So about an hour and a half.
We got up pretty early to go to the Cape. Angela, Jackie and I were ready to rock n roll at 6 a.m. sharp, basically. Mom and Dad were diddling to the point that we just decided to go on ahead without them.