A friend of ours was working in Cape Cod, so she graciously invited us to share her (comped) hotel room. Another friend in D.C. drove up and picked us up from Brooklyn. We've been talking about taking a last child-free vacation before the little lady makes her triumphant appearance, so this was the perfect opportunity.
I figured it would be a nice few days hanging out on the beach, but upon browsing through the free tourist-bureau pamphlets littering the hotel lobby I was thrilled to find illustrator-extraordinaire Edward Gorey's house a stone's throw away! After he passed away in 2002, his house was converted into a museum displaying his sketches, original drawings, nick-nacks, cat graveyard, etc.
I can't tell you how much I love Gorey's work, but suffice it to say, I was stoked. Karen gave me a book collecting Gorey interviews on my birthday, so I'm once again steeped in admiration and awe for the man. Viva Edward Gorey!
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