Lap Pool

In an attempt to be pro active I have traveled with my dad to Washington-DC to be in a geographicaly sane position to report to a hotel by noon in Downtown. Driving through York, Baltimore, and then into DC by noon would have been a bit to stressful for myself-added on with my dad would have been like two withdrawing meth addicts within a cardboard box with the promise of a hit located somewhere within. So after yet another tearful goodbye to my stepfather (who I missed physically this morning when I stopped by), my sister, nephew, and niece we departed. Not before we (Philip, Philip, Kaleb) stopped by to my niece's school for a final lunch and emotional meltdown. My niece was not melting down because of my departure although I am sure she is sad or will be about me leaving but because she is scheduled to go to the dentist on June 20th. I have never seen her more agonized-after sitting silently in the midst of the crowded lunch room she suddenly lunged across the table whaling that she did not want to go to the dentist. It was such a fit of sadness that the ability to find it Wonder Years funny was quickly erased at the sight of her in such emotional distress regardless of the cause. After spending 30 minutes with her or so including a walk down to the school nurse we walked out tail between our legs knowing she was in her class probably consumed with the thoughts that haunted her the hour before.

So off to DC where we checked in and went out for a very good seafood meal-had a brief walk about and settled back into the room for an episode of Charlies Angels-excellent episode with a women's prison as the plot centerpiece. As many exploitations of Farrah Fawcett as humanly possible jammed into one hour of viewing.....I then traveled to the gym to have a soak in the hot tub where I discovered a lapless pool and a graceful woman swimming within. I waited eagerly for her to flail her heart out so I could give it a go. As soon as she left it and with my body completely dehydrated from the long soak I sprung into the pool. I deftly fake stretched and turned on the jets...full blast. The head of the pool is a grip bar for holding on for resistance etc. Within moments of stepping into the stream I knew there4 was no other choice but to hold on to the bar and swim as fast as I could just to see how long I could do it. My plan was quickly foiled as I laid out completely horizontal and begin kicking when my bathing trousers were blown completely off my torso. I was able to keep them over my feet and quickly rolled out of the stream nude as the day I was born and ducked my whole body under to pull them back to the proper place. Needless to say I had a very content moment of joy and embarrassment within itself. I do not believe anyone could see unless they were watching on a surveillance camera....I quickly gathered myself and retired to my room. Day one chaotic but memorable