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Hot
 
 
It was hot today.

 
Damn hot.

 
100 degrees hot.

 
It's now about 11:15 in the p.m. and the temperature outside has graciously lowered itself to a almost shivering 87 degrees.  *Insert sarcastic eye roll here*

 
The loft doesn't have A/C so we spend our time worshiping the Gods we know as oscillating fans to avoid sitting in our own puddles of sweat.

I love the heat and all that comes with it.  But I prefer my heat to be served up in a nice poolside chair in some tropical locale.  Not my living space.

So tonight we decided to head out to the resort for dinner on the pool deck and a nice swim.

I packed a light dinner of caprese salad, crusty breads, fresh fruit, and cold roasted chicken.  And by cold roasted chicken I mean a roasted chicken that was now cold, because you can't roast a chicken in the cold.   (I felt the need to clarify that since my grammatical skills stink)

 
Anyway.

 
We went with friends and I am happy to report that said friends took my example and now can properly pack a picnic basket, complete with wet towel in a zip-loc.  I would like to think my example had rubbed off on them but the reality is I am sure they didn't want to put up with my condescending attitude and raised eyebrow. 

 
I can be a real pain in the ass to be with.

 
When we got there, we all debated whether to swim first or eat first.   The idea of wasting another moment outside of the refreshing water of that pool was daunting, but I was a hungry Whore.

So The Husband and I ate while The Friends went straight for the water, opting to eat after the swim. 

The pool was packed - as we expected.  But no one cared - everyone was gracious and just so damn glad to luxuriate in the refreshing cool water.  

By the time The Husband and I got in, the crowd had thinned a bit, which left plenty of room for my display of fine water ballet.  I twirl and I spin and I stick one leg out of the water and pretend I am really graceful.  When the reality is I just look like a crazy spastic woman.  The Husband usually keeps his distance from me when I do this.  He says it's cute when I am silly but I am pretty sure I saw him speaking to the couple at the deep end of the pool and doing that "she's nutso" thing by twirling his finger by his head.

So we're all luxuriating in the water when the group of 3 men, who had been sitting on the steps in the corner talking, decided it was time to get out.  (I am sure it was the water ballet that prompted that)  They were older gentlemen and for some reason they were all wearing white swim trunks.

Unfortunately none of them knew about purchasing swim trunks with those little sewn in underwear or perhaps the art of wearing jock straps because upon exiting the pool, every fiber of their manhood was on full display for all the world to see.

Now- I happen to think the human body is a beautiful, sexy, and amazing thing.    But I have no desire to see a stranger's "man parts" peeking through wet white fabric.  

I am so glad I ate first. 

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Posted by Foodwhore at July 23, 2004 11:14 PM