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It's been Halloween in Provincetown. In case you don't know, the residents of Provincetown, being a bit more eccentric and flamboyant than the general population, wait all year to don their costumes.
This year, bringing back a tradition from the early 1900's, the town hall hosted a Costume Ball for 700. Tickets were sold out in one day; alas, JB and I did not act that fast. But the festivity of the weekend was not lost on us and our friends Marsha and Norm. The rains pelleted and the winds roared and our umbrellas folded inside out, but that did not stop our plans or melt our makeup.
We started Friday night and wound down Sunday morning. We screamed bloody murder in the haunted house (so scary, we couldn't stop screaming); we spent hours in the West End Salon donning face makeup and hairdos; we walked Commercial Street and met all kinds of people and creatures; we fine dined, and best of all, we talked to everyone and everyone talked to us.
Ptown at its best is a no stress, have a blast kind of place:
dear JB who bet a stranger sitting near her at dinner double or nothing that he would not waddle down the aisle of the fancy restaurant quacking like a duck, and she lost that bet.