there comes a time in every young ingenue's life when she must brave the cold waters of urine contaminated public pools and learn to swim. at least, this is the conclusion i came to after 7 margaritas.
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safety first!
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i "borrowed" (= stole) my wings from a nearby stranger. she gave me the stink eye but her mommy told her to be nice, that sharing is good. she cried a little. i said, "honey, big girls don't cry!" and i helped myself.
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arial view: building up the courage.
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swimming is scary. especially with all the european men in banana hammocks around. gross!
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i am ready for my close-up!
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finally i noticed the swim-up bar on the far side of the pool. like a fat kid to a smartie i was over there pronto! many of my admirers said that i reminded them of michael phelps. without the bong, of course! who knew learning to swim would be so easy?
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