Part of the Cape’s great appeal to me is the weather: the gorgeously clear days and moderate temperatures are intoxicating to say the least. I’m not so naive to think that it’s always like that. There’s the harsh reality of winter and as the saying goes, a little rain must fall in everyone’s life. But to go from the overwhelming beauty of Atlanta’s almost pornographic Spring to 2 solid weeks of “Foggy and 55” is a bit of downer, to say the least.
Well, this morning the Cape has come through for me in spades. Sunny, clear and 65, there’s a cool breeze blowing through my tiny apartment. The harbor is its familiar azure blue, not a roiling mass of angry white caps. I can see across to Wellfleet and Truro.
The town is deceptively still, awaiting the first crush of the season, appropriately called Baby Dyke Weekend. Imagine 10,000 22-year old Massachusetts lesbians, fresh off their spring semester at Junior College, ready to get their party on. This is the only time in 12 years of coming here that I’ve seen fights on Commercial St — girl-on-drunken-girl brawls usually involving some infidelity and at least a 12-pack of Milwaukee’s finest. Oy.
So, I’ll take the good with the bad. I’ve got friends from Atlanta arriving tomorrow (male and female) and although I have to work, I’m looking forward to the flurry of activity the weekend will bring. Let’s start the summer, y’all!!