August 8th, 2005 (01:14 pm)
current mood: still tired from yesterday
current song: George Harrison - Isn't It A Pity
All right, friends and family, be prepared for quite a long entry, because this was a very busy weekend and I didn't have the time to write up a new entry every night, so you get the enormous conglomerate entry today. Don't you feel special?
It all started on Friday, when Candis and I decided spur-of-the-moment that we were going to visit Provincetown (P-Town for short). Now be informed that P-Town is on Cape Cod. Candis had been there several times before with Chris, Andy, and Martha, so she knew exactly how to get there. We double-checked the route numbers with Chris just to be sure, packed lunch and we were off! It was a good ride down. It was hot, but we had a nice sea breeze, and we had bottled water to cool us off. ALBUMS PLAYED ON THE WAY THERE: "The Fragile" (both discs) by Nine Inch Nails; "Echobrain" by Echobrain; "Queer Eye For The Straight Guy" soundtrack. On the way down, we managed to find both my parents! Not literally, of course. But there were signs for a town named Dennis, and someone had a licence plate that said 'Connie'! It was funny. ^^ We stopped at a nice rest place and had our snack (Pop-Tarts and saltwater taffy that my mother had bought Thursday night in Newport), took a few pictures, discovered our cruise control was broken, and generally relaxed. After the rest stop, it took us about another hour and a half to get to P-Town. (Traffic.)
Also let it be known that P-Town is known as kind of a gay community. Not that that bothered us in the least. There were also hundreds of small children and their parents, it being a vacation town. Now this was my first trip to P-Town and in fact my first trip to Cape Cod; so I was psyched up. And I was not disappointed! P-Town is very loud and hot, but it's fun and interesting. After parking, our first task was to find a shady spot to eat lunch - PB&J, water, and more taffy. We finished lunch around 1 or so, and decided we'd have to leave around 2:30, because Candis needed to be home by 5 so she could go to a - *snort* *chuckle* Kelly Clarkson concert with her friends *choke*. (She won the tickets, which was the only reason she was going. *snort*)
We had an ulterior motive to going to P-Town, you see. We are getting seriously pumped for the NIN concert in November (BTW, Treznor announced a new sales date for tix - September 10, I believe), and already we are buying the clothes we want to wear. Now in P-Town there is a shop called Spank The Monkey. The first floor sells stuff like bohemian clothes, beaded curtains, bongs, old concert posters, etc. But the upstairs is a - ahem - sex shop, to put it bluntly. But they have a really, really good selection of fishnet stockings, which we want to wear to Treznor's concert. So we covered our virgin eyes (not so virgin after some of the things we saw in there) and hurried past the scary stuff until we came upon the stockings. You never saw such a selection! Some of it was scary, but lots were very, very cool. And only $5 - $12 a pair! After much deliberation, we picked out the stockings we wanted, paid, and beat a hasty retreat out of there. X_x Never again. In another store, Candis picked up a ring as a going-away present for Chris (who is leaving for college in Florida soon) and one for herself; in yet another store I finally bought that red-and-white poster featuring all the rock stars! ^______^ And we stopped by a True Value to look around, where we got P-Town stickers for our cars. We looked into a few other shops, as well. ^^ Fun, fun.
When it came time to leave, we hopped in the van and drove off. ALBUMS LISTENED TO ON THE WAY BACK: "Re-LOAD" by Metallica; "Thirteenth Step" by A Perfect Circle; "With Teeth" by Nine Inch Nails. But guess what? WE GOT LOST. We took a wrong turn at the rotary or something, because after driving along a two-lane highway for nearly two hours, we realised we were not where we were supposed to be. Where did we go through? Oh... Braintree, Quincy, Tiverton, Fall River, Newport... we were halfway to Boston before we could stop for directions. The directions we got at the gas station got us even MORE lost! We called Candis' father for help, but he got us even more lost. We stopped at ANOTHER gas station for gas and directions (after calling to tell Chris, Andy, and Martha to go see Kelly Clarkson on their own). While Candis was pumping gas, I called my father. He was not pleased to hear we were lost again (by now I think we were in Portsmouth), and since he was at the marina where there is no reception and a thunderstorm, he kept breaking up and I could barely understand what he was trying to tell me. But what I could decipher jived with what the gas station guy told Candis, so off we went. AN HOUR LATER, we are still lost. Every sign we saw saying 'Providence RI' led us in huge circles, plus we missed a few exits. By now we are hot, hungry, tired, and aggravated. The water was gone, and all we had to eat were extremely salty pretzels. But some divine force must have taken pity on us, because we saw a sign that said "Now Entering Swansea". After that was a sign reading "Swansea Mall Road", and we took it! BLESSED SWANSEA MALL! We appeared just down the street from it, and nearly cried in relief. We called our parents to say we were at Swansea Mall and could get home now, and then we were gone. So in summary: TIME TAKEN TO GET THERE: 2 1/2 hours. TIME TO GET HOME: 5 HOURS! We left at 2:30 and didn't get home until nearly 8!!! We suck.
Hang on a little longer! I'm almost done.
Saturday was uneventful, but on Sunday Candis and her brother traB accompanied us on the oat. THEY were there, even more annoying than usual (if that's possible), but we escaped by taking a ride in the inflatable with Daddy. When we returned THEY were leaving (good), and so were Rick and Mary Jane (bad) and Jeremy and Tracy (also bad). After they were gone, it was kayaking time! First Eddy went, then me. I took a longer ride than I should have (I'm certainly paying for it today with this aching back), but it really helped me unwind. Then it was Candis' turn. She tries to get in - and flips over! She tries again - flips over again! A third time! She almost made it, but then - flop! ^^ We were all giggling, it was so funny. So traB tries. He gets in successfully, paddles around a bit, comes back, tries to get out, and... SPLOOSH. Truly, the Frey family was not made for kayaks. But it was very funny. Then it was time to come home. Candis and traB stayed for supper and everyone had a turn in the shower, but when I tried to take them home their parents were MIA. Neither Candis nor traB had a house key, and they couldn't get in touch with their parents, so they stayed over our house for the night. Her dad called on her cell phone at 12:30 AM, giving us both heart attacks as he woke us out of a sound sleep!!! Grr... but all's well that ends well.
Sorry for the hideously long entry. ^^; I apologise. Thanks for sticking around.