I went to Provincetown, Massachusetts. The tabooless town. As I drive in I get a fever, three days later, my fever breaks.  So the whole time in this town was pure ridiculousness, I am floppy sick and fighting my way into a vacation. Three weeks later I can still feel myself breathing, and am eagerly awaiting my lungs to clear so I can begin my marathon training.

One of the days, my brother, took me to see the Pilgrim Monument which is the inaugural landing place of the famed pilgrims. We walked a couple blocks there from the bed and breakfast and up a little ramp. At the top of the ramp, I'm about to pass out, and I'm falling apart as I realize that the only thing to do at the Pilgrim Monument is to climb 11.6 stories to the top. I envision myself puking on story 6, assuming the fetal position, and refusing to move till my fever broke 2 days later.  The Bro decides that maybe touring the small museum would be a better idea. This "tour" turned out to be me sitting on a wood bench and Bro going around to the different exhibits, reading them, and coming back to tell me what they were. We eventually wandered outside to where I collapsed on a wooden chair and took a half-hour nap.

Also, while there, Bro and I went to see a show called Willie Wanker and the Hershey Highway. Now this show sounds like it would be a dirty and crass laugh-fest, but it was really just lame and boring. You would expect it to be a unique gay-themed riot, different, but parallel and analogous to Charlie and the Chocolate factory. But no, it was literally a near-identical-to-the-movie story line with lame drag, cardboard sets, high-school level choreography, boring songs, and a hint of "crass humor" that can only be described as "grabbing at the low-hanging comedy fruit."  God, I was begging for any one property of the show to NOT be mediocre.  It was so dull and boring that Bro and I bailed at intermission. We wandered down the street and into the Post Office Cafe to watch an Off-Broadway show called Naked Boys Singing which was a show whose theme was...Nevermind, I have a feeling you already know. Regardless, everything about the show was great except the fact that the stage needed to be higher. All the poor audience gays were having to move their heads around to get glimpses of a part of the show's theme. But honestly, fantastic vocals.

Now for the secret. Shhhhhh. Later on in the week, Bro told me of a rumor of this man who purchases Project Runway dresses after season completion. Bro did some asking around and found that the dresses were located at. A boutique called Coffey Men. A store featuring hand-made clothes running about $90 for a t-shirt.

199 Commercial St # 11
Provincetown, MA 02657-2126

So we walk in and find the owner and ask if the rumor is true. Scott says yes, wanders into the back and pulls out a brown paper bag in which are 3-4 different noticeable dresses from the show.  Almost all of them were dresses that almost got the contestant eliminated. Laura's (season 3) black gown with the white ruffles, Christian's (Season 4) brown prom dress, Ricky's (Season 4) prom dress. He also owns the blue cup dress from one of the grocery store challenges. We ooo and ahh and then like a solid line of shoppers came over and ooh'd and ahh'd with us.  As we are preparing to leave, Scott tells me I should wear one of the dresses out tonight. Since he just bought them for fun. I at first was like, noooo, these are works of art with historical significance, but then I was like, hey, hey he keeps them in a brown sac for pete's sake. I chose Ricky's prom dress and left with a giddy adrenaline back to the B&B to take another 5 hour nap before nightfall. Ricky almost got canned for the fact that the color-choice makes the skin looked washed out so of course me in the dress on a fever is a perfect chance to get a google image result on the word clammy.

Bro plays piano at a piano bar in Provincetown. Playing show tunes and keeping the mode lite. I wore the dress there to hear him play.  I felt a little silly, it being so prom-dressy and all, but Jackie Beat loved it. And btw, her makeup is unreal, True True talent going on there.  The Bro did great. I left half-way through the show cause the chairs were too high for a nauseous person. And I didn't even have to pay for my food cause the bartender was too high on coke to take my money. He kinda just brushed me away before heading back into the bathroom to do more blow off the toilet.

My fever dwindled away just in time for me to head back to Connecticut. Through the first of two thunderstorms that I would get to experience during my east coast trip.