Friday, July 11, 2008
pool me
since i don't think of these things when i'm in the presence of people, this will be a public service announcement for those i either went to college with, lived with for one glorious year, worked alongside, dated as a married couple, married on the island of pib for a weekend where firefall's 'you are the woman' was our wedding song, told you that you should bang marty party first chance you get, witnessed you go from zero to relationship in 4 seconds at the wine fest with whats her name, drank "acceptable" quantities of wine with recently, drank "acceptable" quantities of wine with a long time ago, drank "acceptable" quantities of wine with tomorrow, or next saturday. whatever. what i'm trying to say here is that whenever you'd like to enjoy the gate's tremendous pool, just give me a ring. i'm always up for a trip to the clubhouse where the annoying americans drag their kids a plenty with unsafe pool habits to be loud and obnoxious. bring an ipod and/or "water" in a plastic water bottle that you'll never figure out how to recycle. talk to you soon.
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i fit several of these categories. i am in. when are you in town? Usually, I hate laying out, but I have thrown my back out and laying is the only thing I am good at right now. God, I hope you are in town this week...I have sunscreen. -Steph
ReplyDeleteHoly, i can't take dipping in the kid soup. i certainly can't take the formerly hot moms competing for Worst Swimsuit In A Public Place. Just saying, 1994 was a long time ago, and judging by Qbert's chocolate face and Jasmine's poopy diaper, you've moved on. Let it go.
ReplyDeleteAt my previous abode, we rolled grills up to the side of the pool and help impromptu clambakes, complete with floating cases of Bud cans in the pool, and pool volleyball for all the singles. later we'd sit out by the lake, drink wine, smoke a little, and discuss the future, physics, art, and the latest Costner/Roberts movie.
Glory days, they pass you by
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unbelievable, this mythical paradise you speak of.
ReplyDeleteAll true, and I didn't even get into the blizzard parties in teh winter, huddled around a fireplace at one of the units, with only 5L of vodka, a quesadilla maker, and games like Loaded Questions to keep us occupied.
ReplyDeleteOr the campouts behind our apartments at one of the complex lakes, the drunken carolling to other residents (which resulted in clementines being thrown at us to stop), the karaoke bar within walking distance (hint, I sang "One", not in my vocal range, and not an uplifting song), or the self-organized ping pong tournaments (in a shout out to our asian brothers, we all wore the slanty eye glasses)...so much fun. aye caramba.
If you want to swim in a pool with less pee come over.
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