There were discussions about “the best hangover juice,” and watermelon was placed highly on that list. The house had six bedrooms, and over the long weekend was occupied by thirteen. In the evenings the gents played poker and the ladies sipped mojitos. No less than six thirty-packs were consumed over the three days as if the collective psyche of the occupants had decided to hold vigil against the approach of 30 years-old, Bud Light in hand. The beach was about a mile away. Wiffle ball was played there, and a night fishing trip was made by the thirteen, though only two poles made the trip. Cape Cod Massachusetts and a holiday weekend done right.