Saturday Pool Party
We went to my parents’ house yesterday. A total of 12 adults and 6 children were in and out of the pool, munching on appetizers in the kitchen, and basically having a grand old time. Ty hadn’t been in a pool for two summers, and he does not know how to swim. My dad was teaching him to kick his feet in the water and encouraging him to wet his face. Ty has a crazy thing about wetting his face, so that didn’t happen. But he accustomed to the water quickly. Kyle and Taylor didn’t want anything to do with the water for the first couple of hours. I didn’t go in for lack of swimsuit. Kyle had a swimsuit but opted for skinny dipping instead. Taylor, well, she just was not at all interested in the water.
We ate and drank and ate and drank. My little brother (who is 26) came with a martini mixer and was a hit with the ladies (as he has been since he was born). After three of those, I was feeling happy and uninhibited. But I didn’t go swimming, of course. And I kept counting my chicks, one, two three, every seven seconds.
Toward the end of our meal, my dad presented an award to his older brother (who never had children of his own but was a father nonetheless to his younger siblings). I learned that my uncle raced cars when he was younger. Being Nascar fans, Dear Husband and I were very much impressed.
A few more hours in the pool called for ice cream sandwiches. I usually don’t eat that kind of stuff nor do I let my kids eat that, but, hey, it’s a party. My mom told me a true story about gnomes, yes, gnomes. And we said our goodbyes.
We had a great time. I hope we can hang out in my parents’ pool more often, especially if my brother brings the martinis!
