This ain’t just Halloween bitches witches, this is P-town.  Our day was spent on the farthest tip of Cape Cod where you wouldn’t bat a false eyelash to hear: “I’ll pour the drinks, you get the wig” any day of the year (and I did overhear a bear of ‘fella tell his posse just that).  We walked Provincetown from East to West, ate seafood and watched the most glam ghouls get ready for a night of tricks and treats.