Perfect Ending To My Birthday

Recently, we hopped in a car and drove to Provincetown for the weekend to celebrate my birthday. Every time we drive to the tippy-top of the cape, I’m reminded how long the drive is.

When I first moved to Massachusetts from Colorado, I was amazed when we’d drive for an hour or so and end up in a different state. Two hours away, you could pass through another state. That didn’t happen often in Colorado. It’s been a while since I drove from the top of Colorado to the bottom, but it’s roughly 4 hours and going east to west is closer to seven.

However, when driving to Provincetown, the drive seems never-ending. This might be due to the fact that I’m hardly ever in the car these days.

Anyhoo, after some minor (in my opinion) whining, we finally arrived at the inn.

While we only spent a night there, it was a lovely time. We had dinner outside with an ocean view. Lunch at a quaint café patio where I got to dog watch. Practically everyone in P-Town has a dog. We strolled through the shops. I got a silly T-shirt, a must for me whenever I go somewhere.

All in all, it was a lovely birthday.

Then something amazing happened.

On the drive back, I saw a sign for Plymouth and asked if that was where the rock was. Now, I realize, as someone who loves history, I should have known this off the top of my head, but I have to admit, early American history is not really my jam.

The Better Half did her best not to chuckle because she knows my sense of direction and the ability to read maps are worse than my math skills. She confirmed it was and then adjusted the destination on the GPS.

Dude, I got to see Plymouth Rock, which is really just a rock with 1620 carved into it, but I have to admit, it was the perfect way to end a lovely birthday getaway.

About TBM

TB Markinson is an American who's recently returned to the US after a seven-year stint in the UK and Ireland. When she isn't writing, she's traveling the world, watching sports on the telly, visiting pubs in New England, or reading. Not necessarily in that order. Her novels have hit Amazon bestseller lists for lesbian fiction and lesbian romance. She cohosts the Lesbians Who Write Podcast (lesbianswhowrite.com) with Clare Lydon. TB also runs I Heart Lesfic (iheartlesfic.com), a place for authors and fans of lesfic to come together to celebrate lesbian fiction.
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14 Responses to Perfect Ending To My Birthday

  1. Marta Skelton says:

    Hello TB: I am so very happy you had a wonderful birthday. May the Lord bless you and yours. Fondly.

  2. lorna1957 says:

    Hi TB. So glad you had a great birthday. It must be a riot going on a road trip with you. (all the best to your better half, lol) i love hearing about your cat.

  3. Hey TB! Happy belated birthday! Sorry I haven’t been around lately but here I am today! Life. You know! Sounds like you are doing great, writing up a storm and being creative and I am so happy about that. I think of you more often than I pop in so just know that! Take care and have a great birthday celebration ALL YEAR LONG! Oh and Queenie says hi!

    • TBM says:

      That’s so funny, because recently I was wondering about your teapot collection. Hope all is well and tell Queenie hi back.

  4. Sheryl Mann says:

    Wow. What a wonderful place. Would love to see it, but it’s a long way from Australia. Love the rainbow crossing.

  5. Maggie Stone says:

    Happy belated Birthday TB. Love reading your emails especially the bits where you throw in a few English expressions such as “anyhoo” makes me giggle! Will you ever return to the UK? Hope so x

    • TBM says:

      I’m sure I’ll visit the UK in the future, but no plans for that at the moment with everything that’s going on.

  6. bigheart says:

    Belated Happy Birthday 🥳!

  7. Donna J Eick says:

    When my parents lived in Mass. they used to drive to Plymouth on Thanksgiving morning to get into the spirit and then drive home and have dinner. They continued to do that when my brother was little but the first time I went along I was only 2 months old and apparently I screamed the entire time. My mother told me that they never went on Thanksgiving Day again!

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