True Talk Tuesday – Sneak Peek!

Hippie and I started an advice column a while back, and some of the questions we got from our followers were hilariously ridiculous. I’ve decided to branch out and begin answering them myself since Hippie is always busy doing whatever it is that Hippie does. I’ll answer questions on Tuesday’s, so feel free to message me anything you’d like my advice on. Yes, I realize today is Friday but I wanted to give you a sneak peek, and also, I do what I want.

P.S. Everything will always be kept anonymous.

GG: I always get really nervous the first time I spend the night with a guy. How do you get passed this enough to enjoy your time together?

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Nothing makes me more nervous than the first time I sleep over a guys house. I have literally lost sleep anticipating the first time and have spent countless hours getting pep talks from my girlfriends. I don’t know how to combat this, but here are my top fears and how I’ve tried to cope:
  • Fear 1: Waking up in the morning with makeup running down my face and my hair looking like a rats nest. How do I avoid this problem? I don’t wear makeup, like ever, and very rarely do anything to my hair: BOOM, set expectations low from the beginning so he doesn’t realize you’re a god damn troll when he rolls over in morning. Crisis averted.
  • Fear 2: Drooling. I know I’m not the only one that on occasion wakes up to a puddle of drool on their pillow. This isn’t uncommon, and honestly not even that embarrassing but like..what if you fall asleep on his chest and you drool ON him?! That is DISGUSTING and you can absolutely guarantee that your nickname is now somehow related to a dog or pet of some sort and all of his friends think you have salivation issues. Not sure how to avoid this – maybe just don’t fall asleep?
  • Fear 3: Sleep farting. I’m not even kidding when I say this is one of my worst fears. Like what could POSSIBLY be worse than realizing, or NOT realizing, that you’re a sleep farter? Imagine the scenario that you’re passed out and you wake yourself up because you farted so loud and you realize he’s still awake? Like, what do you even DO?! Pretend you’re still sleeping? Should you leave? Laugh? Cry? Commit suicide? OR what if you’ve never woken yourself up but you’ve woken HIM up, and he’s never told you that you’re a sleep farter, but he tells his friends, and now they all know about your flatulent issue that YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW YOU HAVE. Christ, I’m shaking. This was a bad idea.
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Meth Lab Found In Falmouth

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CapeCodOnline.com – Local police and the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration this afternoon are on the scene of a Maravista Heights house that was a methamphetamine lab.

Two people were arrested earlier today in connection with the investigation at the 87 Chestnut St. home, which Barnstable police Detective Lt. Sean Balcom described as “toxic.” The DEA’s Clandestine Lab Enforcement Team is at the house to secure the volatile chemicals that are used in meth’s production.

According to a Falmouth Police Department news release, the Barnstable Narcotics Unit noticed an uptick of methamphetamine use in Hyannis. That investigation discovered the drug was coming from Falmouth, and both departments did a series of undercover buys of the drug to determine where it was being produced.

Balcom said two individuals were arrested at around 9:30 a.m. today when they left the house. The house was raided by police at around 11 a.m.

Edward Rooney, 33, who lives at the house, was arrested and charged with possession with intent to distribute a Class B substance and carrying a dangerous weapon (a spring-assisted knife), according to the Falmouth Police release. Sean Mahavik, 25, who is homeless, was charged with possession with intent to distribute a Class B drug.

A 10-year-old child was in the car when it was stopped, according to the release. The child was living in the home where the meth lab was discovered.

Lock up the Sudafed we’ve got another epidemic on our hands! Come on Cape Cod, let’s not start this shit. Just like we tolerate our tourist traps we’ve always had a bit of a tolerance for our drug addicts but not this crap, not here. Have you ever seen those before and after photos of what meth heads look like? We are a generally good looking peninsula and I’ll be damned if we will let meth take that from us.

It’s hard enough to deal with 137 year old drivers and rude fuckers from New York, I don’t want to add running into a walking skeleton with a Yoda face at the liquor store into my daily routine. I can tolerate old, rude, dumb, mean and just about any other people you throw at me, but keep your ugly off my peninsula please.

P.S. That 10 year old will most likely grow up to be a completely well adjusted productive member of society. Talk about giving your kid the best chance to succeed in life.

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Barnstable Prisoner Found With Drugs in Her… Just Read The Story.

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Capecodonline.com – A woman being held on bail at the Barnstable County Correctional Facility was caught Tuesday with 18 small bags of drugs concealed in a body cavity, according to a statement released by Barnstable County Sheriff James Cummings.

Michelle Hayduk, 25, of South Dennis, was being held out of Barnstable District Court on bail, according to Cummings and court documents.

The Cape and Islands District Attorney’s Office passed on information that Hayduk might have hidden drugs on her body, prompting deputy sheriffs from the jail’s special operations unit to interview her, according to Cummings.

She denied having drugs but agreed to an X-ray, which was taken at the jail using a portable machine leased by the sheriff’s office for injuries suffered in the facility, Cummings said.

When deputy sheriffs confronted Hayduk with an image that showed a foreign object in her vaginal cavity, she admitted to having drugs and produced a bag with 18 individual gram-size bags containing white and brown powder believed to be cocaine and heroin, according to the sheriff’s office.

This is like a crackhead’s dream right? Finding a girl with drugs in her vagina is the stuff that they probably think about for 9 hours straight when they are strung out. This girl would have the best profile ever if there was a crackmatch.com.

“I like long walks on the beach (I mean ones that last 3 days). I have fresh track marks. I LOVE taking spontaneous mini vacations at the House of Corrections in Barnstable and oh yeah, I have 18 grams of coke and heroin in my vagina!”

Tell me she wouldn’t get about 837 matches on her JunkieTinder app in like the first 8 seconds.

P.S. If that mugshot doesn’t scream “there’s drugs in my vag” then I don’t know what does.

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The Story Of The Mill Hill Club Is The Story Of Cape Cod – It’s Why We Fight

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WCAI – The Mill Hill Club holds fond memories for Cape Codders who were regulars during its heyday. Many of them, like Kerry Jason of Yarmouth, turned out on Tuesday morning to watch the building fall to the wrecking crew.

“It’s very sad, actually,” she said. “Yeah, I’m standin’ here lookin’ at it, and it’s crazy to think of all the times that we were here, and snuck in, and everybody was just here to meet another friend or just have fun. Even the parking lot afterwards was just as fun as it was inside all night.”

The site will soon be revitalized as an assisted living facility. And while everyone agrees that the old nightspot needed to be torn down, the Mill Hill Club will live on as a fond memory for its former patrons and employees. The people looking on in the grey drizzle seem like family…gathering one last time to bid farewell to a special place that had one heck of a good run.

I wasn’t going to write about this because honestly, I’ve never been to the Mill Hill, and it seems extremely disingenuous to eulogize something you didn’t know. After the 7,348th email I received from a weeping middle aged dude crying about how sorely missed The Mill Hill will be and how sad of a day yesterday was, I finally read an article about it. This is when I realized that this story is a microcosm of the story of Cape Cod. The Mill Hill, a beloved place that people had fun at and loved, was torn down to make room for a retirement home. Oh the irony.

All of the emails we received had a common thread running through them, they were all stories of hugely fond memories that people who live on The Cape now, developed when they were younger. Many of them were summer people who chose to settle here. These 40 something’s moved to Cape Cod when it was time to settle down because of these memories. This is what people don’t understand, when we rail against The Fun Police, when we advocate night life and the arts and good restaurants and live music, we do it for a reason. When younger people are allowed to enjoy themselves here they develop memories and a fondness for Cape Cod that stays with them forever. When it is time for them to settle down, buy a house and start a family many of them will choose this peninsula because of those memories. As a result Cape Cod won’t lose all of its young people and we don’t have to tear down the Mill Hill Club to make way for a fucking retirement home.

I was interviewed recently by Boston.com for an article about why The Cape is losing all of its young people. I never shared the article on this website because it was extremely disappointing. I thought someone was finally going to tell our side of the story. I answered the reporter’s questions at length, writing thousands of words on the subject explaining this very theory, his response was to boil my entire interview down to this… “Making the region more fun to visit will ultimately make people think it might be fun to live there, too.”

This is what we are up against. People just don’t get it, and the ones that don’t will always say that we just want to party. They don’t understand that we see a big picture, that there is an actual theory behind our anti-fun police stance. Unfortunately sometimes it seems like they are winning and yesterday was one of those days. We will keep on fighting though, the story of The Mill Hill Club may have come to an end, but there is no way in hell we are going to let the story of Cape Cod have that same ending.

Take back Cape Cod.

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A Strongly Worded Letter to “Those” Summer Girls..

I’ve had the pleasure of both meeting and becoming great friends with girls who reside on Cape during the summer months. Most of them are down to earth, come from similar upbringings and have the shared interest of laughing, getting a tan and meeting new people. Taking these lovely women out of the equation, there are also THOSE summer girls that think they’re better than all of us because they have Daddy’s credit card and fancy clothes. This post is for her.

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Dear Cunt Nugget,

Welcome to my home. Here, we enjoy things like the sun, sea water, aquatic life, boating, cheeseburgers and flip flops. Just because we like simple things, doesn’t mean we’re simple people.  For starters, we were taught at a very young age that money doesn’t fucking matter. Sure, you need it to feed your family, put a roof over your head and clothes on your back but that’s it. We work to live, we don’t live to work.

When you roll through town in your fancy cars and fast boats, we sit back and question our lives. Not because we’re “jealous” or because we’re “haters” – but because we wonder what life must have been like for someone who grew up thinking you needed to spend money to have fun. Us? We spent our childhood outside organizing manhunt games and playing with sticks. And let me tell you something – I wouldn’t trade it for all the money in the world.

I love watching you troll around our beautiful towns thinking you’re better than us while you have the personality of a clam and the heart of a fucking squid. Sitting back and watching you interact with the guys we’ve known our entire lives that won’t remember your name in the morning is one of my favorites. It’s actually kind of disheartening that you feel the need to throw money around to generate interest when all we have to do is smile and initiate a conversation that doesn’t make him want to kill himself.

Second favorite thing about you? Your go-to conversation starter always somehow ties back to your elaborate winter vacation or fancy job with a 6-figure salary. First off – take a look around, I fucking live where you’re vacationing. Second; anyone who throws a figure out in regards to how much money they make, doesn’t make that much fucking money. Third; no one gives a shit. We came out to get a drink, see our friends and make fun of the circus act that is your life.

I can honestly say that I never cared, understood or thought about price tags until I was old enough to get my license and want a car. Why? Because I was privileged enough to have hard working parents who taught me the importance of work ethic, that family comes first, that a good day is one where the majority of it is spent laughing and that you can’t take money to the grave.

I get so annoyed when people make comments about how “down to earth”, “funny” and “easy to talk to” my friends and I are. I guess it’s a compliment, but not when I take into consideration they only say those things because they’re used to talking to critters like you who bring nothing to the table but an American Express and bad hair.

So to THOSE summer girls, that think it’s cool to “go slumming” and pick up a landscaper from the local bar, or who like to think they have more to offer than us year-rounders: Go home. You’re annoying. And most likely ugly from the inside out. Sorry, babe, but no amount of money can fix that.

Summer people. Some are not.

-GG

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Mashpee Torches Ten Acres Of Forest To Save Peter Cottontail

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BostonGlobe.com – When the order from the burn boss came over the radio, a colleague torched a patch of low-lying twigs in the Mashpee National Wildlife Refuge, igniting a blaze that swept through 10 acres of pitch pines and scrub oaks.

The fire consumed everything in its path but the scattered trees, leaving a bed of fertile ash and enough open space for the sun to reach the ground again, allowing growth of a new forest to begin.

The controlled burn last month on Cape Cod was part of a multimillion-dollar effort by federal and state agencies to rebuild the dwindling habitat of the New England cottontail, which lives in the dense bramble found in new forest growth. Over the past 50 years, the bark-colored rabbit has lost nearly 90 percent of its dwelling areas to development, which has wiped out most of the region’s young forests.

No one knows precisely how many cottontails remain in New England but wildlife biologists believe they have vanished from Vermont and dwindled to several hundred elsewhere.

Well I’d say that this is a pretty good example of humans playing god. I’m no expert on wildlife but I’m pretty sure that trying to save some bunnies by torching ten acres of forest with a fire that “consumed everything in its path” might be a bit of an over reaction. I wonder what they would have done if there was a Piping Plover nest in there somewhere, who wins that death match, the rabbits or the birds?

Couldn’t we just throw a bunch of cottontails in a pen with each other and have more than we need pretty quickly? I mean whatever happened to that old saying, something about doing a certain activity like rabbits?

P.S. At least they did an exhaustive study to find out exactly how many rabbits are left before burning ten acres of land right? Oh wait…

“No one knows precisely how many cottontails remain”

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Soule Monde At The Beach House For Two Nights This Weekend

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Oh what’s that? You need more sick live music to listen to on Cape Cod? Here, let The Real Cape, Naukabout and The Beach House help you with that. I’m sorry did you say that one night of a band the caliber of Soule Monde isn’t enough? Well then it’s a good thing Arthur Bonzarelli booked them for a two night run.

The Cape Cod renaissance is happening people. It’s time to take back The Cape and this weekend is as good a time to start as any. The Fun Police should consider themselves warned.

Soule Monde is instrumental, organ-driven funk in its purest form. Erupting from the syncopated minds of power-drummer Russ Lawton and organ-wizard Ray Paczkowski, the duo take soul-jazz back to the deep end. Forged off a sound that originated with Booker T. and Jimmy Smith, yet highly influenced by the redeveloped grooves crafted by Medeski, Martin & Wood and The Beastie Boys, Soule Monde is the ideal union of swagger and raw talent.

Over a decade of touring together as members of The Trey Anastasio Band has fervently cemented these two into an indestructible pocket, and bold improvisational leaps by either player are met by near-telepathic response from the other. These strut-worthy rhythms are further accentuated by a passionate longing for melodic story arcs. So while their songs will make your ass shake like a Jello plate on the San Andreas Fault, they will also take you on a narrative journey of harmonic exploration.

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