SC and I returned this morning from our trip to Provincetown. We had quite the experience on the fast ferry from Boston Saturday morning. In fact, it was actually pretty grueling. It was the worst boating experience we had both ever encountered. In fact, it was very much like whitewater rafting, but on a ferry.
It was very stormy due to Ernesto (six foot squalls!) so the ride was unbelievably rocky. They were handing out seasick bags and paper towels. People were vomitting left and right. I went outside to sit on the deck since I don't typically get ill if I am out in the open air. It was freezing outside getting whipped around by the wind. I was literally shaking from the cold.
Somehow SC was happy sitting inside, listening to her iPod and looking out the window, while everyone around her was getting sick. Meanwhile outside, people around me had grim looks on their faces and I could hear others around me wretching. Every so often, the engine would cut out to slow down and our ferry would be slammed by a huge wave. A bell that was hanging outside would ding and then people would get knocked over on the deck. I had to grip onto the bench I was sitting on to keep myself from flying off it.
After two hours of this torture, we finally arrived in Ptown. The captain came on the intercom to thank us for our courage and to apologize for the pain that the trip caused us. That part was funny.
We were so happy to disembark the boat and be on land again. Hurray!
We were planning on returning home Sunday morning, but all the ferry trips were cancelled, for very good reason. Thus, we had to stay in Ptown an extra night and we hitched a ride with MM back to the city this morning.
By the way, MM got a tattoo of a chalice on her arm while we were in Ptown. She is a badass.