I love vacations, even when I’m feeling weirdly queasy. I did feel a lot better on Saturday. One thing I noted, even as I panicked about my off-kilter digestive system and my lack of sleep and general weirdness – when I get sick, my internal jukebox turns off – but no, my head has been happily entertaining me with bits of Merrily We Roll Along and Mahler 1 and Ruddigore (still!), so basically I’m fine.

It was cooler, wetter and windier than Friday – apparently we were catching the edge of another tropical storm, but basically that just made everything a tad more pleasant. After my get-up routine, and a quick trip to the B&B lobby to snab a muffin and a yogurt, I headed out.

(side note: I really do like where I’m staying, a lot, but I’m in the motel part of the facility and, boy, these walls are thin. I can hear every conversation in the next room. I should see what they have available in the main house next time.)

Last time I was here, I’d taken a 45 minute bus tour, so decided to head west past the town out to the breakwater. This turned out to be a lovely and not-very-long walk, about 20 minutes. Vague thoughts of actually crossing the breakwater were squished when I actually went out on it and realized it would be balancing on possibly slippery rocks for many many yards. But it was nice to see out there.

Looped up to 6A and then back through some nice neighborhoods back to Commercial Street. My tummy was only vaguely disquieted, but I did have my eye out for emergency bathrooms and luckily was never caught short, although did find myself in port-a-potties more than a person wants. Walked Commercial Street until the shops died out, then turned around and stopped for a mocha. Plan was then to leisurely shop my way back, but didn’t really see anything I wanted.

To my delight, I ran into Colin G, a theater friend who I’d known was also in town – with his friend Duncan, who’s a different Duncan than the other one we’re both friends with… So sat with them and got caught up. Duncan and his husband have a house very close to where I’m staying and Duncan pointed out there’s a very easy path off Atlantic St. up to my motel-place that I never would have found on my own. This has turned out to be a godsend – and dumps me like 15 feet from my door.

The maid was working her way down and was in the room next to mine, so I decided to turn around and go get lunch so she had a chance to turn my room over. I went to Local 86, where I’d been to last time, a place with terrific burgers. I actually was sat at the same table, so I informed the waiter that it was time to add an engraved plaque there for me. I had a lamb burger (yum!) and fries (good), plus the beer they had closest to a Blue Moon, but I didn’t like it much and didn’t finish it.

Back to the room – maid still working on the room, so I sat outside on the bench and waited until she finished up. Then went in and chilled – blogged, had a nap, and so on.

Out to tea dance. By this point it was kinda miserable outside – not raining, but very drizzly – but tea dance was hopping. The deck was filled with guys in drag who were clearly not actual drag queens. Someone told me that it’s an annual thing, it’s some soccer team that does this. Anyway, that was hilarious with the good and bad drag. I had a cosmo, much better than the ‘worst cosmo in the world’ I’d had last year. Then went upstairs to the regular bar and had a ginger ale until it was time to head over to the center of town.

I had tickets to see Suzanne Westerhoefer, a lesbian comedian I knew from those late 90’s Comedy Central “Out There” specials. As I mentioned, it’s ‘Women’s Week’, and although I hadn’t thought of her so much as a lesbian comedian so much as a generally queer one, the audience was in fact overwhelmingly women. But there was no man-bashing. (There was some point that she quipped, “Gay men rule the world, amiright?” and I just muttered “we wish”, causing the ladies around me to snicker.) She was very funny. A lot of her routine was simply about her travel being tight enough that she’d only arrived in Ptown about three hours before, and hadn’t had time to really do her makeup or shower or anything. After prefacing with “I’m not a political comedian”, she had a lot to say about Trump and Republicans and so on. She also had a bit that turned weird that it’s not uncommon for women to get married, have kids, and then once the kids are gone, then decide they’re a lesbian. And one of the couples in the front row – turned out that one of them was newly out at 43 (had been married, but no kids), and the girlfriend was the one that had brought her out. So it was funny, yet weirdly uncomfortable.

But it was a lot of fun and I’m going to another comedy show there today.

As I’d said, sometimes it’s hard to find restaurants open after your show, but I’d checked and found out that the place up on the deck above the Red Room was open until 10:00, and I just went straight up there after the show. I’d wanted to try that restaurant last year, nice to give it a shot. I had my 2nd cosmo of the night, fried calamari and a small Caesar salad, all pretty good. The manager actually came over and said, “Can I ask you a question? Would you eat the calamari if it were on top of the salad?” “Sure”. And we got into a discussion about that, and he was wondering if he should try that as a special. I told him that my local diner had that as a lunch special, but the salad was just a salad, not a caesar salad in particular.

At this point, I could have continued my exploration of bars and sent out my ‘hey boys’ pheremones, but as is typical, headed back to my room and nibbled on some of the chocolate bark I’d gotten at the Fudge Factory (heh heh heh) and read.

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Today – three show! Drag brunch, comedy show, another drag show. It’s very windy, but beautiful. I’ll probably head out an hour or so ahead of time and just putz around. I could buy some t-shirts or such.