Oh yes, the Cape... as in Cape Cod, Massachusetts... the only place to celebrate the fourth. Ha! Are you wrinkling your nose and swallowing a mouthful of disgust yet? Because I loooove the way it rolls off my tongue… “the Cape.” Makes us sound so New England snooty - like we chartered sailboats, wore loafers and salmon colored pleated shorts, and stayed at the Kennedy compound.
Seven of us rented a pretty rundown minivan to travel five hours from NYC to Cape Cod. Not only were we perpetually worried that the roof was going to blow off while driving, but the rubber piping that outlined the door fell out and the absent shocks made every pothole feel like a crater. Did I mention the vehicle had not been cleaned in the last 10,000 miles? Nonetheless, the old junker got us there. Thank you, Prestige car rentals.
We stayed at our friend’s parents’ house who were away for the weekend. We did nothing but cookout and go to the beach. Whenever we get away from the hustle and bustle of the city, all we want to do is relax and breathe clean air and enjoy knowing that we are the only people within a hundred foot radius. Several group members had trouble sleeping the first night because a nest of birds kept waking them up in the morning. Our ears are now tuned to busy streets full of honking taxis and car screeching – not the early morning wakeup calls from nature.
Below are some pictures from the weekend. I took some great pictures at the beach and more at the house, but most of them included us in our swimsuits. And, since I don't want to be blackballed from the group for posting swimsuit pics, those will just have to remain private.
A happy couple.
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Dude, I think I need a camera like what you are using in the Hollywood pic and the girl kissing dog pic. I love the lighting! And love love love the bacon station. You and your bacon, gotta love it. Had some this morning from the cafeteria. It was extra crispy!
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