P-Town Bound


B and I just got off of BART (see above photo) and we're having a drink (a mimosa for him, whiskey for me) at the airport and I seriously cannot fucking wait to be in Provincetown in seven hours.

Also, Bevan forgot to bring his driver's license with him (don't even get me started on that) and so we stood in the security line trying to convince the TSA agent that Bevan really is Bevan and finally I said, "Can't you just check the Internet?" and the second TSA agent who had just joined the conversation came back with "And who are you?" and I told him that I'm Bevan's partner and he paused for a second, looked over at Bevan and then looked at me again before opening the gate to let Bevan through, but not until making him promise to bring proper identification next time.