There’s something about a hot tub, it just gets me every time.
I didn’t tell you the story from July? Ah, well then. We’ll ignore that one.
The important thing to know is that on Saturday night, after some rounds of tequila at the bar, somehow I found myself back at a guy’s house with a bunch of friends sneaking into his neighbour’s hot tub. Despite the night having started once again in a low-key fashion, with a few of us playing Skip-Bo around the kitchen table. A card game designed for 90 year olds with poor vision.
Yes, me, Lottie and three other handsome young men all stripped down and broke into someone’s personal property. I feel like there was some reassurance that the neighbours had told the dude he could use the tub whenever, but now looking back on that, who the hell would give permission for a young man to do such a thing?
Anyway, it was a purely innocent time. We’re all good friends. In fact, I was wearing my bikini top from earlier, it’s like I just expect these things to happen now. And I might have temporarily lost my underwear again, but just briefly. And the boys might have removed theirs, but I can’t be sure. Lottie informs me later that I was being too noisy and she had to “SHUSH” me several times. Then we wrapped ourselves in towels and made a damp trek home. That’s all I really remember, because I didn’t wake up until 2 p.m. and I felt like a freight train had ran over my head and I had to take care of Maggie’s 90 lb dog who was vying for my love.
Also, I keep running into tux dude everywhere. It’s happened at least three times since last weekend, but alas, he is not the gentleman I thought he was. Still, I’m inspired by the fact we actually found new men in this town. Gives me hope.
So is it any wonder now, with this epic summer drawing quickly to an end, I’m more hesitant than ever to leave for my trip to Halifax next week? Cape Breton, Montreal and beyond? Come and join my Too Much Fun Club!
I heart you.
I’m still mildly rotted I missed out on this, but let’s be honest.. no matter WHAT weekend I ran away to PEI, for sure I’d miss *something*… this double rainbow summer of candice is out of control
I’m going to take this approach to the halifax trip… just think of all the ridiculous fun that will have built up in waiting for your return to St John’s! that first weekend back, we just might out do ourselves
(which is actually a scary thought…)
I do love a good hot tub too. There’s nothing better in the winter than an outdoor hot tub. The steam pouring off into the chilly air, positioning yourself so the jets hit you in weird places, and drinking a beer.
Sorry, forgot this: *sigh*
I love any story that involves “sneaking” somewhere. Also, i think for fellow hot tub overs you should perhaps design a line of underwear/bathing suits, something that won’t be too revealing when wet, but not too think when dry…
Be brave. Spread your wings. Remember your goals. And get in more hot tubs.
Amazing, just amazing. Kuddos on finding new men and getting them semi-naked!
I gotta agree with Carlo. My favorite trip was Breckenridge in winter outside in the hot tub with snow falling.
I heard of a guy in Sun Valley who got drunk and passed out in a hot tub. He died. No one found him for days, and when they finally did he was covered in mold. Henceforth, he was called the Mold Man. No joke!
Been WAYYY too long since i’ve been in a hot tub!!
Since moving out West, I’ve realized everyone hot tubs naked here.
It’s not so bad.
Hot tub…yea!!
ONE weakness, huh?
Pretty freaking awesome. Come to NY and have fun too. Minus the hot tubs but plenty of hard liquor and crazy peeps.
Hot tubs in the winter?! Never tried. Actually, i’ve never drank beer in a hot tub either. how lame is that?
this summer is indeed out of control. also, the latest scoop is that we’ve been FOUND OUT for sneaking into the tub…so i guess that won’t be happening anytime soon.
@linlah: thanks for the vote of confidence!
@Hey Lady!: but i LIKE revealing on the opposite sex
@LoveintheDumps: that is SOOO sick
@Garret: yes, ONE weekend…*shifty eyes*
@PorkStar: was there in june! the city nearly killed me. four nights of straight partying, eeek.
wait wait.. WHAT? found out? must remember to ask you about this..
i guess if i had to choose just one weakness, it would probably be weaknesses.