You know, I thought I had a little extra time when I got home, and so, decided to give Mischief a bath. She's the cat that sneaks out all the time.
It went better than I thought it would. She seemed to like it. I didn't mind it too much. No blood was drawn.
If it wasn't for all the fur stuck to my tongue,,,,
I had said I was going to be opinionated this chapter, and there are going to be enought Dis. Uni. comparisons made, to alienate almost all readers. It's sunday afternoon, and we bolted and went down to the pool. One more picture, only this is what it looks like either early, or late, in the day.
Only not now. It's about two in the afternoon, we just want to relax for a bit, and build up the "precautionary" suntan.
I hate having to wear "glop".
For protection.
From the sun.
Geesh
It was sort of crowded when we got down there, but , go ahead, try to find a couple lawn chairs together. The one side is a zero entry side, with a nice sandy beach. You know what?
I have about had my fill of "sandy" anythings after St. Augustine Beach.
I'm still finding sand in orifices I thought I had finished cleaning out.
So we were looking on the other side.
So many towels, so little chairs. Don't you just love it when folks leave for their room and just leave the towels on the chairs? You can't tell if any body is sitting there or not.
So , we finally found two together, sat down, and if on cue, a new tape, or CD, started. No wonder these seats were empty. Trust me, the Hard Rock really tries to live up to it's name, if not in song quality, then in volume.
The speakers were on a stand in the bush right behind us.
I love music. All kinds, cept opera. And this certain song by Madonna that Diane likes to sing at karaoke, Hanky Panky. But, I digress.
This soundtrack by the pool, is piped in everywhere on property. EVERYWHERE. Except in your rooms.
After 15 minutes by the pool, in front of these half blown out speakers, that are so loud as to be distorting, I was starting to lose my mind.
Na, hey, it's just me, I'm getting older)
(hell you are, it's just crappy songs, through crappy speakers
And as we're sitting there, I'm trying not to look at Diane. I know, If I make eye contact, she's going to complain about the speakers right behind us, and we'll be packing up , moving again to different chairs. So, I don't look to my left.
I just sat there, looking around, listening to the pool ambiance, sucking it all in, and the comments that would come through during the quiet parts of the "pooltrack".
(Timmy, we're over here, yes, see us? c'mon honey, kick your feet, that's it, "ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST!" there you go, you got it, swim to mommy now, "MY SHARONA",,,,,,,
After awhile, I was starting to feel like I was on the verge of losing my mind again, but I really didn't want to go look for new chairs,,, then I guess Diane got tired of waiting for me to look at her, and smacked my arm
a good one.
She really wanted to tell me something, so I leaned over as far as I could and stared at her mouth.
She was trying to get the words out fast enough before another song started, but she wasn't quick enough.
We both leaned over, and I could see her lips move, and that was the frightening part.
They seemed like they were right in sync with the next song, that was blasting in my ear.
The important message that she was trying to tell me, and the reason she grabbed my arm, was;
"I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker."
I looked at her in bewilderment, and thought I was losing my mind after all. After I did this to her
, she leaned back again and gave up.
It wasn't really that hot out, wasn't even sure I was going in the pool.
Ah, some decisions are made FOR you.
After Steve Miller got done loving my peaches and shaking my trees, hmm, maybe it was Dianes, anyway, by now I am on a hair trigger.
HAIR TRIGGER!
And then it came on.
It!
Probably the worstest everest nastiest song ever made in the universe of bad song making.
I recognized the beginning, and within two notes, I was seen flailing my arms, and screaming on the way into the pool. And I couldn't beat the first line into the water.
"EVerybody was Kung Fu fighting."
Just before I hit the water, I saw there was six people right behind me.
I dive underneath.
"And it was fast as lightning"
" In fact it was a little bit frightening"
HUH? Oh CRAP! That's right, they have speakers under the water. I knew this, just forgot about it in my escape.
No, don't even think about "escape". " Do you like pina colada's?" "Getting caught in the ",,,,, Stop it! They'll play that next!!
Ok, honest, it's a lovely pool. At 8 in the morning.
Now that I'm wet, we went down the pool slide once. Have you ever seen a '69 Camaro with the hood scoop added on to get air to the carborateur? Well, that was my nose when I hit the water. For about 4 seconds, the entire pool went dry, until it all drained back out of my nose.
And it's a big pool!
Ok, wer're going to take a short break here, be right back.
OK, I can't wait for pics of the room and more!
I'm sure we'll see you at the bar.
We went there for dinner once, and tried to get out to go back to RPR. let me just say it took us asking 5 times to get out.
I'm jealous.
Actually, I take that back, there haven't been many edits on your thread I think, so you get a free pass!
could that have been your doing?
