Happy August

Grad school is over, and I couldn't be happier. It took a couple of weeks of sitting around the house in a catatonic state to realize that I was actually on vacation during the week too, but now I'm leaving town whenever I damn well please. Woot.
Last Wednesday I got up early and rode my bike from home to Ptown, then took the fast ferry home. Little bit longer a journey than I originally thought, but the cape is mighty nice this time of year. I arrived in Ptown after 150 miles covered in road grime and bone-tired, but happy to see the world's most permanent outdoor gay-themed carnival and art market. I bought a sweet pair of sweatpants that say "Provincetown" down the leg so I wouldn't freeze or offend people on the boat. There is no point to this story.