We'll be in the car for hours, along with everyone else on the eastern seaboard who isn't smart enough to stay the hell home and/or lucky enough to live somewhere not worth fleeing.
But wait, we DO live somewhere not worth fleeing. Everywhere is worse than Cape Cod, in the summertime. Everywhere. Why can't we go away in February? Huh? HUH?
Things I would've done at home:
- picked more awesome cherry tomatoes from the garden, which is going gangbusters;
- maybe taken a drive to the outer Cape to check out the Hurricane Bill surf, which looks like it could be really cool.
On the up side, I do love license plate games. And the people we're going to see are as totally cool as the weather won't be.