EMT's are on the scene when we arrive. We watch them head out with a stretcher as we enjoy our sandwiches from Relish - mine is the peanut tofu wrap. When we pass them about one-third of the way out, we see a teen male with a fracture or a sprain or a something-not-horribly-bloody, but-ultimately-terrifying-so-far-out. We don't stick around as there are enough gawkers already, and we really want to walk all the way to Long Point.
Although we walk the full length, we don't make it all the way to the lighthouse. We turn back. The tide is rising; our landscape of mussel shells now underwater. We discuss the reason and the purpose and the how and the why of the jetty and arrive at the conclusion of erosion prevention. (Maybe we're right?) We reach the end, and suddenly we're being filmed and signing releases and watching Tabatha Coffey interview someone (who turns out to be the owner of the West End Salon) and BOOM, epiphany.
Bravo doesn't have genius programming. Its shows are gay friendly, have their tongue firmly planted in cheek, and its regulars (like Coffey) seem to be a fun bunch. It seems, from casual observation, that the reason behind this is Andy Cohen. Sure, he can be a bit of an ass in his interview bits, but then consider this:
You've sent one of your lesbian stars to do a salon makeover in Provincetown during Girl Splash? How awesome of a boss are you?
While I've met him casually (in Provincetown last year actually and seriously, it was a handshake and maybe twenty words) I've never before had an epiphany about the guy. But the epiphany is this; Andy Cohen is pretty fucking cool.