An evening with Thirsty Burlington?

In years to come, in the early hours of the morning over glasses of wine, when people recall tales from their travels of excitement, danger, hardship, and sometimes derring do, I will not be joining them. Frankly I'm not suffering. I've spent a delightful week meeting up with family and friends and wandering through New England. My working-class, left wing, hippy crunchy credentials are taking a battering.
I've been to the furthest reaches of the state. Took a boat over to Cape Cod (Provincetown). I had no idea it was the gay capital of Mass (maybe even the globe) but my gaydar was razor sharp and I clocked the likely nature of the locals before the boat left Boston Harbour. "No," said Mary, "look at that man there with his son. He's not gay." During the sail over I was perusing the 'What's on in Provincetown'. The local cab company is called Queen Cabs. Entertainment was a choice of very statuesque drag artists:Thirsty Burlington, Randy Roberts, etc. Somehow I knew I was right. And the guy with the little boy - he was - his boyfriend met him at the other end. The town really started to liven up at about 5pm as the cycling and roller blading drag queens started to advertise their evening entertainment. So a bit too "Priscilla Queen of the Desert" for my liking, but it's always very heartening to be in a place where questioning the status quo and the decison makers is valued.

We also went out to sea with an organisation which is tracking whale migration and were fortunate enough to see a family of three humpbacks. The young male was rolling over and splashing, gloriously showing off. Perhaps Attenborough is right: human and animal behaviour are as one.

Oh ye of little faith

I'm spotting a theme in the posts so far. It all went so smoothly that I think I should have a SODIT rating handicap. Even at the US end I managed to get through very speedily and without the all too frequent second degree from the sternest official in the building (in LV they threatened never to let me in again...perhaps I shouldn't have said "I don't want to come to Las Vegas again"?). It was all going like Swiss clockwork until the baggage carousel stopped for an inordinantly long time...I know what you're thinking... and then the sniffer dogs and armed heavies came out and it all looked like it was going the way of the best laid plans. After half an hour of steadily rising tension it turned out to be a stray ham roll.
We had a quiet day in Boston, strolling, eating in Quincy market, J.P.Licks for my favourite peanut butter cup icecream, watching the Yankees beat the Red Sox and catching up with friends. I've just spent the afternoon with my brother Craig in the very twee Newburyport and am now off to the Mass hinterland to see the family.
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