Went to coastal Maine for much-needed vacation decompression, and I and the Girlfriend Attorney stayed in the little tourist town of Ogunquit, which it turns out is something of a gay Mecca in terms of twee New England destinations. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Though I imagine Muslims get annoyed with the "gay Mecca" term, and perhaps gay Muslims get even more annoyed, offended by the suggestion that the actual Mecca is not already gay and accepting enough of their lifestyle. Because, you know, it totally should be. And anyway, how do Meccans refer to a non-Mecca location that attracts people of a particular demographic?
But enough Andy Rooney bullshit. The trip was great and too short, though the coast was seized by the same tyrannically brutal steam wave that broiled the rest of the country this past weekend. It was comparable to the Alabama heat I remember so well, and experiencing that in Maine just seems like a betrayal of fundamental climatological law. North = cold. That's what we learned in AP Confederate Studies, and that's the way it oughta damn be.
Anyway, there are of course photos. Warning: contains rocks. Lots and lots of rocks.