David's friend Kevin visited San Francisco last year.  We took him in for a drive in the MINI to the Marin Headlands.  A song by Cher came on as we drove across the Golden Gate Bridge and Kevin suddenly declared:  "This is the gayest moment of my life."

I've enjoyed so many gay moments it might be difficult to name the gayest, but a day in Provincetown might certainly be near the top of the list.

It's easy to see the appeal of a small town on Cape Cod.  Even though Provincetown sits on the end of a peninsula, people refer to it as an island and it certainly feels remote.  Take one quaint village, add nice weather and two level cups of queers and you have quite a well manicured resort town.

I wandered through the streets today, watched a film festival movie about nuns running a laundromat (a terrifying film - not for the reasons you might suspect), attended the best drag show I've ever seen, met people from Nebraska, Rhode Island, New York, Washington and several other places, sat on a pier, a beach and a bench, and watched the sky turn from grey to blue to pink.

I might stay here another week if my schedule allowed.  I could sit on the beach and fly kites without noticing the passing of time. 

Tomorrow, however, it is time to move on. Philadelphia is next...