We went by the Beachcomber for a last hurrah yesterday but it was a madhouse.
"Why are all these people here?" asked Lucy.
"They're all saying goodbye to summer," I told her.
"But I thought they were GONE."
Frankly, so did I. The roads are eerily empty. Tables are available at restaurants. But when we went down the road to Cahoon Hollow beach we found both parking lots close to full and a line waiting to get in to the restaurant.
Which is funny because Labor Day at the Beachcomber is a bit of a gamble. Chances are they're out of what you order. The waitresses would probably do better to just bring you what you get and dispense with the ordering part. It's part of the fun.
Scene from the bar:
"Goombay Smash, please."
"We're out of those."
"Okay, a dark and stormy."
"Do you have anything?"
"Here's your Bud Light."
Lucy thought about this "saying goodbye to summer" thing and announced that she would rather go swimming on the last day of summer. Just then someone in the kitchen said "hey Chris, want some chowder?" and an arm reached through and handed him a cup of clam chowder. I kept lurking, hoping someone would say, "anyone want some buffalo wings?"
Lucy was derailed for a moment while she ate the clam chowder. And then she was back to the swimming thing. I didn't have my bathing suit, so we proclaimed all of September "Saying Goodbye to Summer Month."
We're going to swim in a pond, the bay and the ocean (temperature permitting).
We're going to take a walk in the "White Sweeder Swamp" (White Ceder Swamp) in the National Seashore, where we are pretty sure fairies, pixies and magical half-frog people live.
We'll play mini golf one last time and hope no one wets their pants this time.
And there will be bumper boats.
Everyone has their own ritual for ending the summer. Or maybe they don't. We do, and ours includes figuring out which restaurants are only open seasonally and making sure we visit them before they close. Our short list of restaurants includes Blackfish in Truro, Terra Luna in Truro, Sol in Wellfleet and Mac's Shack in Wellfleet. We had breakfast at the Wicked Oyster yesterday morning, but are forgetting to check it off the list so we can go again. Oh Wicked Oyster, why must we love you so? You are breaking our hearts and our bank accounts.
In September there is also Boogie on the Bay, with music and food and friends. I will not be there as will be paying penance for some ghastly sin commited in a past life.
I will be at a Hannah Montana birthday party.