Kira and I woke to the rain on Saturday morning. (Until we can afford a proper renovation, we are dealing with our condo plumbing issues as they arise.) Those problems aside, we lounged around the condo while the rain fell for most of the morning, idly sipping on tea and cleaning the remaining plates and glasses from the night before. The winter/holiday bedding was back on the bed, along with its dark red velvet accent pillows and sumptuous plush Korean blanket.
As if on cue for our trip to the Cape, the clouds suddenly lifted, the sky appeared, and bits of sun were suddenly scattered about. We gathered our bags together and hit the busy road to Cape Cod. Who on earth is going that way in November? Apparently a ton of people, as the traffic was horrendous, but eventually we made our way over the bridge and into Monument Beach.
JoAnn has always known how to throw a party, bringing people together when they need it the most. The Cape Crew trickled in throughout the day, Wally’s Dickens-Cider was bubbling on the stove, and a roaring fire was the central place where people sought relief from the wind. We huddled around it as Peaches stoked the flames and I was grateful to be around that group of friends again. We’ve all seen a lot in the last twenty years, but somehow we always make it back to the fall party.
