i got in the pool!
so seriously, I must have been wasted. but I did it, got in the pool with fifteen of my good friends and about a million strangers, but I did it.
but did you know... when you put on soaking wet jeans, they are like a wetsuit that feels like it is in the process of petrifying. when I got home and walked up the stairs of my parent's house mind you... i felt like I had channeled gumby.
i went to peel off my jeans... teetered and fucking nailed it, taking down about 16 books, a t.v. antenna, busting up a shopping bag and landing on my old caboodle. yes a caboodle. stupidly, i laid there thinking, maybe nobody heard me... then the hall light flipped on. I got up to go to the bathroom and was greeted with the 4am version of my dad going... "erin, what the hell...?" I politely replied with "ssssh, go to bed, night dad"
i won't even go into detail about sunday... that was disgraceful.
but, (no pun intended) I definitely have a caboodle patterned bruise on my ass. moral to the story...
don't get in the pool.
but did you know... when you put on soaking wet jeans, they are like a wetsuit that feels like it is in the process of petrifying. when I got home and walked up the stairs of my parent's house mind you... i felt like I had channeled gumby.
i went to peel off my jeans... teetered and fucking nailed it, taking down about 16 books, a t.v. antenna, busting up a shopping bag and landing on my old caboodle. yes a caboodle. stupidly, i laid there thinking, maybe nobody heard me... then the hall light flipped on. I got up to go to the bathroom and was greeted with the 4am version of my dad going... "erin, what the hell...?" I politely replied with "ssssh, go to bed, night dad"
i won't even go into detail about sunday... that was disgraceful.
but, (no pun intended) I definitely have a caboodle patterned bruise on my ass. moral to the story...
don't get in the pool.