Back from Cape May and reeling around trying to find "real life" again...because what happens in Cape May isn't real. It's a fantasy that birders fall into every year and the time comes, too soon, to wake up and go home.
My posts are not going to be in chronological order...I'm starting with Friday night, since it's the easiest.
The scene: The C-View, a little sports bar in town, which proclaims to be the oldest tavern in Cape May
The people: Delia, Laura, Beth, me, a few of Beth's friends and a local or two
We were sitting there drinking, having a great time. Delia explained "jammers" to me: Someone who "looks" gay but isn't. We were puzzling over a woman at the bar, and at one point the woman came over to us drunkenly and started chatting us up. Turns out she was puzzling over us too.
She described herself as Cape May's "Town Lesbian" and proceeded to lead us in a searing rendition of Neil Diamond's "Sweet Caroline". And gave us grief for not singing louder and more robustly.
Sorry, drunken stranger.
But check out Beth....she even got the "Bah Bah Bah's" right!