August 1, 2012
The Cape: Day 4
Last year's epic Outer Beach Day was pretty on-par with this year's epic Outer Beach Day. Started a little differently though - woke up at the crack of dawn as usual, but I had barely slept that night due to being up with some awful heartburn and when I decided to let myself sleep in an extra 15 minutes my grandmother went all grandma-mode on me and kept yelling up the stairs that we were going to be late. So tired and still hurting from the heartburn, I groggily got up, got dressed, and went to head downstairs. What happened next is a blur, but next thing I knew I was at the bottom of the flight and The Boy and grandma both came running.
Grandma lives in an old historic sea captain's home. If you've never been in one, the stairs are steep. Like, steep. It throws everyone off the first dozen years they come and stay. And in 26 years, I can proudly say I had never even stumbled on them.
Well, until now.
I was fine. I wound up pretty bruised and shaken and I disappeared for a good 10 minutes so I could get my shit back together (10 minutes I could have slept, grandma), and then we were off.
(for the record, I love grandma. That was in jest and totally joking)
Leisurely drive out, breakfast on the grill (with a clam digger...improv!) and then I took a nap and finished a book. I also didn't burn this year! And I didn't burn because I kept covered almost all day, so I also didn't get much tan at all. But I'm blonde, do theatre, and work in an office 40 hours a week, so no tan is pretty much how I roll.
This year for lunch my cousin's boyfriend went and caught us a bunch of clams and we had steamers about as fresh as you can get them. And on par with last year, we caught a sunset and then ate dinner at a local pub.
I miss it.