In some ways we should have known it would be the ultimate convergence of skill set and life’s demands. At least that’s what I thought biking past the preparations for a kiddie party in the garden that fronts the entrance to the Boatslip in Provincetown MA. Yes, that Boatslip. I would have taken a picture to show you, but I thought it might be intrusive. Though I suppose, if you’re setting up a tea party complete with large pink and lavender balloons bobbing around the white fence along Commercial Street—balloons that read “Our Princess”— with every PTown resident, renter and visitor eventually passing by, you are not too concerned with intrusion.

Gay marriage, gay child-rearing; these seem so perfectly aligned with our ability to throw a party (ok that’s a stereotype, some of us can’t apply glitter properly!) why did anyone doubt that we would be fantastic parents?

On the off chance that the princess being feted was not the child of a same-sex couple, the fact that the Boatslip was the most fabulous place in town to have the princess’ party says something too.