Yeah, that was cool.
Well, we found ourselves back in Provincetown, back to being blissed-out happy, back at -- you guessed it -- back at the Best Seat in Provincetown.
And because that place has a magical vibe, and because we finagled ourselves an additional day in P-Town, and because we were having such a wonderful time, when a random guy said to us, "Give me your phone -- I need to take your photo from outside the bar; I promise I won't steal it," we responded, "How do we look?"
Oh, we looked good.
He is my favorite guy. Here's to you, guy.
Provincetown is a special magical perfect place and I don't want to tell you about it because I don't want you to go there so we can have it all to ourselves but okay fine. Here are some phone photos. You're going to have to wait until next week for Mistah's refined camera ones . . .
Seriously. Never come here.