In ten days, A and I will be en route to Provincetown for Women’s Week. General excitement has given way to complete giddiness. Why, you ask? Let me count the ways…

1) I adore Provincetown. It might be my single most favorite place in the world.

2) In anticipation of Women’s Week, we did not do our annual week in P-town this summer. I’m seriously overdue for ocean air and more gayness than I know what to do with.

3) Women’s Week is like the largest assemblage of lesbians anywhere.

4) I get t...