Mingo Monday

Once upon a time, I don't remember the year, Lyz, Chris, Jenn and I went to Massachusetts for Jenn's little sister's field hockey tournament. On the way home we decided to tour around a little bit. We went to Plymouth and saw the rock which is really more of a pebble in case you want to know. We toured the Mayflower replica and went to the cranberry museum.

Then Chris and Jenn had this brilliant plan to drive to the end of Mass to see the ocean. You know that little tail on Mass? It will be a quick drive they said. Fine. Lyz and I took a nap. A very long nap. And when we woke up, we still weren't there yet. Forever we drove. It was raining. When we finally made it to the end we hopped out of the car, took a picture and hopped back in.

We were hungry so we decided to stop in this cute little town for lunch. We found a cute little pub and went inside. While we were sitting there looking over the menu Chris said "How did we manage to find the one gay bar in this town?"

After eating a yummy lunch we decided to walk around. It was again Chris who noticed. Every building had a P-flag. Every window had a rainbow or some other type of equality sticker in it. We hadn't just found the one gay bar in town, we had found a whole gay town! We had lots of fun walking through the streets looking in all the little shops. Holding hands without feeling guilty.

Anywho, at one of the cute little shops that sells stuff to tourists I came upon a mingo. A very prideful mingo.




And that is the story of the bad lesbians who didn't know P-Town existed.