The Cape, The Cod, The Legend.

Just over two weeks ago, I received what can only be called The Most Amazing Email Of The Summer. It was from this divine lady, and it contained a surprise invitation – to join her and a collected group of five other awesome humans for a weekend in beautiful, breezy Cape Cod.

“So,” I said to Brad, “one of my blogging friends just invited us to Cape Cod for the weekend.”
“Have you guys ever actually met?” said Brad.
“No.”
“Have you ever met any of the other people who are going?”
“No.”
“Do you know any of these people in any other way than via the internet?”
“Noooo.”
“Well,” said Brad, folding his arms and giving me a serious look. “Obviously, we should go.”


I was delighted, I was thrilled, and then, of course, I found myself wondering:

What sort of person would open her family’s summer home to a pair of total frackin’ strangers on the basis of naught but a few blog posts and several months’ worth of Facebook friendship?

And the answer, of course, is: A person who is very, very drunk.

Ha, ha! Just kidding! (…I think!) Actually, the answer is, the same sort of person who would accept said invitation on the basis of naught but a few blog posts and several months’ worth of Facebook friendship.

... Yes, hello there.

The drive took nearly eight hours due to horrendous traffic, violent thunderstorms, and the roughly-an-hour we spent driving around and around and around one of those sassy little New England roundabouts, shouting at each other and trying to figure out which exit to take.

But once we were there…

Behold! The Cod!

Upon arrival, there were cocktails and clam rolls, and then additional cocktails. Given my 2:00am decision to pour a bunch of vermouth over ice and drink it, followed by my 2:30am non-decision (really, I had no choice) to throw up, I’m actually glad that nobody took a picture. Here, look at this hydrangea instead.



Six hours and a cured hangover later, we were having FUN. We gathered on the beach…


…and around an island.


Foods were placed on top of other foods, and still other foods were placed on top of those, until nobody knew where the brie ended and the basil began.



There was a greekfeast prepared by TKTC’s musician manfriend, who looks like a Viking and cooks like a pro.


There was a bromance of epic proportions.



And, of course, there was seersucker. OH MY GOD WAS THERE EVER SEERSUCKER.

*Most photos borrowed from the flickr of our darling hostess.

And all I can say is, if TKTC ever suggests that you spend the weekend in the company of herself, her boyfriend, and their multitalented/amusing/daaaamn good-looking friends, you should agree immediately and without question lest you miss out on the most fun you’ll have all summer long.


The end.