Bathy Time!.... wait
So I've been fighting the weather for the swings. I have not been very victorious. Plus it doesn't help that the past few times I have gone to the swings I went mid-day (around 1 & 3) instead of my usual times (sometime between 3 % 6). You see, this time of year, the swings are in the shade until about 11am and then are in full, hot, steaming, death-bringing sunlight until after 3pm. But with work and all, I haven't been able to go at my usual times.
Course, I could have come in early and then gone to the swings around 5 and then come back to campus for my meeting, but I'm meeting that one lady today and I didn't want to be all gross, plus that's more walking & driving and I'm lazy. (that's the real reason.)
So, after doing yet another city search for an alternate swing set that has shade, and failing once again, I returned to Burnet Woods which is still by far the best swing set in the city in both location, shade time, chain length, and seat type.
So I against my best judgement, I went to the swings thought I knew it was too hot. I decided it would be fine, I'd only stay an hour and I put on suncreen and such. Well, even though my legs were beating red and my brain was hot and swolen with mirgaine, I still had a hard time tearing myself away, cause I'm a sick swing addict. Alas, now it's medication time, because I am lamely built like an malfuctioning machine with poor computing skills, Clearly, because I can't understand that swinging on swings in 95 degree weather, when I am prone to getting sick from everything on the planet especially heat and the sun, is a bad idea. But hey, I didn't compute it wrong, I knew there was a risk! That's what separates swing boys from swing men. Dedication! Well, that and bike gloves. Those chains really hurt your hands.
So I went to the swings for not even an hour and got overheated. Buy the time I got to work I thought I might vomit from heat-sickness. I was bright red and so sweaty and gross I almost couldn't stand it. So, I went to the little single stall bathroom one the 1st floor, stipped down to dick and balls, and had a little make-shift bath party with myself, the sink, and the paper towels. It was a good time. I felt like a duck, as per usual.
Sometimes I'm even too ridiculous for myself.
Also worth noting, while swing hunting I got lost in the back roads of hyde park, which I didn't knew existed cause I thought I knew Hyde Park pretty well. Anyway, I stumbled upon many a mansion that were so far beyond what I expected to find inside the city. No, I'm not a dumbass, I am aware Hyde Park has mansions, but they were on over looks and shaped all crazy. The opulence was so overwhelming I actually became physically nauseous. I went into one's drive way that was for sale to get a closer look, the veiw looked like Jefferson's at Monticello. I also saw a house which I am positive a childhood friend lived in for a few years so that was nuts. I remember it has a 1900s refrigerator in it like my parents' house, but 3 times the size and also the old school 1920s inground pool in the back.
Needless to say, Driving around there me and my little ford focus, equipt with rainbow splat sticker on the back, were quite out of place. I was almost afraid someone would stop me and kick me out of the neighborhood. I finally found my way out and ended up on the other side of Mount Lookout (I started in O'Bryanville). I just have to say. Crazy.
When I got back to Clifton I tried to look at the houses in a different way. I have always known the houses here were large, and many are indeed mansions, even a few castles. I guess because they are so familiar I've never thought of them as that ostentatious, save a choice few. For the most far the old 'hood just seemed 'classic' to me, but in reality even my own parents' house is a little extreme. It doesn't have any balconies, complex designs, roman columns, or vistas, but has a whole extra floor that we really didn't need, except those years my Grandma lived with us. And my whole life there were always 2 rooms that were only used a few times a year. There's the "living room" no one lived in and the dining room no one ate in. I think it's because of that I decided that when I have a house of my own it will be a livable house. Sure, it'll have niceties, but the only thing extravagant about it will be the bathtub and the swing set (in the shade!).
Course, I could have come in early and then gone to the swings around 5 and then come back to campus for my meeting, but I'm meeting that one lady today and I didn't want to be all gross, plus that's more walking & driving and I'm lazy. (that's the real reason.)
So, after doing yet another city search for an alternate swing set that has shade, and failing once again, I returned to Burnet Woods which is still by far the best swing set in the city in both location, shade time, chain length, and seat type.
So I against my best judgement, I went to the swings thought I knew it was too hot. I decided it would be fine, I'd only stay an hour and I put on suncreen and such. Well, even though my legs were beating red and my brain was hot and swolen with mirgaine, I still had a hard time tearing myself away, cause I'm a sick swing addict. Alas, now it's medication time, because I am lamely built like an malfuctioning machine with poor computing skills, Clearly, because I can't understand that swinging on swings in 95 degree weather, when I am prone to getting sick from everything on the planet especially heat and the sun, is a bad idea. But hey, I didn't compute it wrong, I knew there was a risk! That's what separates swing boys from swing men. Dedication! Well, that and bike gloves. Those chains really hurt your hands.
So I went to the swings for not even an hour and got overheated. Buy the time I got to work I thought I might vomit from heat-sickness. I was bright red and so sweaty and gross I almost couldn't stand it. So, I went to the little single stall bathroom one the 1st floor, stipped down to dick and balls, and had a little make-shift bath party with myself, the sink, and the paper towels. It was a good time. I felt like a duck, as per usual.
Sometimes I'm even too ridiculous for myself.
Also worth noting, while swing hunting I got lost in the back roads of hyde park, which I didn't knew existed cause I thought I knew Hyde Park pretty well. Anyway, I stumbled upon many a mansion that were so far beyond what I expected to find inside the city. No, I'm not a dumbass, I am aware Hyde Park has mansions, but they were on over looks and shaped all crazy. The opulence was so overwhelming I actually became physically nauseous. I went into one's drive way that was for sale to get a closer look, the veiw looked like Jefferson's at Monticello. I also saw a house which I am positive a childhood friend lived in for a few years so that was nuts. I remember it has a 1900s refrigerator in it like my parents' house, but 3 times the size and also the old school 1920s inground pool in the back.
Needless to say, Driving around there me and my little ford focus, equipt with rainbow splat sticker on the back, were quite out of place. I was almost afraid someone would stop me and kick me out of the neighborhood. I finally found my way out and ended up on the other side of Mount Lookout (I started in O'Bryanville). I just have to say. Crazy.
When I got back to Clifton I tried to look at the houses in a different way. I have always known the houses here were large, and many are indeed mansions, even a few castles. I guess because they are so familiar I've never thought of them as that ostentatious, save a choice few. For the most far the old 'hood just seemed 'classic' to me, but in reality even my own parents' house is a little extreme. It doesn't have any balconies, complex designs, roman columns, or vistas, but has a whole extra floor that we really didn't need, except those years my Grandma lived with us. And my whole life there were always 2 rooms that were only used a few times a year. There's the "living room" no one lived in and the dining room no one ate in. I think it's because of that I decided that when I have a house of my own it will be a livable house. Sure, it'll have niceties, but the only thing extravagant about it will be the bathtub and the swing set (in the shade!).