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This one opens the way all the best CDQ episodes do: mid-ramble, mid-weather report, mid-Cape Cod. TT is live from the cottage and the vibes are immaculate. Queenie is back home and very aware that she's exactly one week away from showing up at four twenty-two because, yes, someone absolutely got busted trying to beat Queenie there last year with a little gifty bag of homemade granola. The code goes out at three-thirty and not a minute before. Some things are sacred. Before we even get to cannabis, we get a genuinely fascinating detour into Cape Cod maritime history. TT and her husband attended a live reenactment at what she's pretty sure was Race Point Beach, where costumed rescuers demonstrated the nineteenth-century breeches buoy system — a cannon-fired rope, a mast, a pair of sailor pants fashioned into a sling, and a zip line over freezing open water. They dragged the whole contraption three miles down the beach in a nor'easter, had to redo it twice because waves kept shifting the foundering boat, and ultimately saved over a hundred thousand lives with what was essentially improvised physics and a lot of guts. TT is clearly still moved by this. Queenie is clearly delighted. There's talk of shellfish farm tours, a pending eclipse wave situation, and the Big Dipper showing up unexpectedly in the living room window at two in the morning. Cape Cod is apparently doing a lot right now. The consumption check-in is a fond one. Queenie is holding a copper tin of Purple Voodoo from Ruby Farms — embossed label, painted-on branding, multiple colors, a little bit of Metallica energy. She and TT take a respectful moment to appreciate good packaging. TT, meanwhile, has been slowly ascending all afternoon on cannabis honey over at her sister's place, spread thick on a Portuguese muffin with almond butter. She thought she was fine. She was not fine. Her sister also thought she was fine. Also not fine. They figured it out around minute twenty of the jigsaw puzzle, which is honestly the ideal setting for that particular realization. There's a houseful of small humans involved this week — seven kids under five between the grand-nieces and nephews and the neighbor kids — and TT is fully leaning into her role as the unbothered elder at the gathering. Not her circus. Then a four-year-old with a plastic Polaroid camera asked her cousin if she could take a picture of his penis, and he, ever obliging, immediately dropped his shorts. The mothers deployed gentle parenting at full speed. The camera was confiscated. Reparations were required in the form of a spoken acknowledgment that we do not photograph people's privates. The acknowledgment was not immediately forthcoming. The acknowledgment eventually came, through repetition. TT watched all of this while gently lifted on a cannabis cocktail and describes it as the highlight of her evening. You believe her completely. The Wait Wait What segment this week covers two TikTok wellness trends that deserve scrutiny. First: shoving a raw clove of garlic up your nose to clear congestion. There are apparently viral videos of mucus flowing freely out of someone's nostril after removal, which sounds less like a cure and more like a crime scene. The garlic isn't clearing your sinuses — it's just irritating your delicate mucous membranes into a full evacuation. Queenie has childhood button-up-the-nose trauma that makes her a deeply unreliable advocate for nasal foreign objects. TT's proposal of a garlic tampon — nose edition, string included, designed for retrievability — is floated with complete sincerity and the segment ends with a jingle that will haunt you. Second trend: sticking your tongue out like a lizard for forty seconds to normalize cortisol. An Egyptian neurologist apparently had results. The girls are skeptical of the cortisol claim but admit that any forty-second intentional pause is probably grounding regardless of what your tongue is doing. They also note that a garlic clove hanging from your nose and your tongue fully extended will absolutely guarantee you personal space in any meeting, Zoom or otherwise. Silver lining. TT's Choice lands on number forty-seven: if CDQ became a TV show, who plays who? TT nominates Leanne Morgan for Queenie. Queenie counters with Jamie Lee Curtis for TT — "like me, with boobs." Kristen Johnston and Julia Louis-Dreyfus are also in the mix. This leads directly into a mutual appreciation of Seth Meyers's Day Drinking series, which Queenie has apparently discovered and is evangelical about. He cannot handle his liquor. It is, by her account, extremely funny. The Lizzo episode sounds unhinged. TT is intrigued. The Fuck It this week is the quiet, real kind. Queenie ran into someone she'd lost touch with — a person she used to spend a lot of time with — and instead of going into a full internal shame spiral, instead of skulking away, instead of falling over herself with explanation and apology and preemptive guilt, she just... was happy to see her. They met each other where they were. That was it. TT immediately clocks how significant this is. Old Queenie would have been sweating through the whole encounter, narrating every possible way she'd failed this person. This Queenie just showed up, present, no story. The fuck it here isn't dramatic — it's the fuck it to the chatter in your own head. To the little internal voice that's always ready with a verdict before you've even said hello. They credit the weekly ritual of naming things, talking it out, doing the work. If you name it, you can tame it. Queenie also notes, with no small amount of practical wisdom, that she came away from the encounter not having gotten the woman's updated phone number. Growth has its limits. They sign off warm — next episode they'll be recording together from the Cape, which has been the countdown since minute one. The week ahead includes a New Orleans-style band tonight, more puzzle progress on the record store jigsaw, and whatever the deep sea disco Provincetown parade ends up delivering in terms of mermaid costuming. The expectations are high. The bar is a lot of sequins and a fish tail. It will probably be met.

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