BK Babes Do P-Town


A couple weeks ago, three girlfriends and I hopped in a rental car with beach bags and an air mattress and drove out of the city to spend the weekend in Provincetown, MA. Our weekend was everything a girls-only-Cape-Cod-beach-weekend should be. We rented bikes. We ate lobster. We went to a drag show. One of the drag queens said, "Fashion is like herpes; either you have it or you don't. In P-Town, people have it." Did I mention how pro-LGBT Provincetown is?? It was so amazing, and so clean, and none of us ever had to worry about wearing make up or getting hit on. Also, when we popped into a sports bar to watch the US/Portugal game, we had the place to ourselves. It was maybe the only bar in America that had four straight girls sitting at the bar while all the men boutique shopped outside. At the end of our weekend, we swept the sand out of our cottage, returned our beach cruisers, and left P-town with sunburns and that damn Michelle William's song stuck in our head. It was perfect.


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