Swimmin and Stuff!

[thepnutgallery]

I'd been saying I was going to go to Different Strokes swim practice for a long time now, and I finally did. Not that I didn't think about turning around a hundred times, even right up to waiting at the pool for a coach, but I did it. Nice guys, hefty workout. I got a little irritated that two of the guys in my lane kept cheating their workout. They'd shave 50-100 yards off each one, do freestyle instead of butterfly, that sort of thing. I also found it a little awkward that, as the last person in the lane, I really got no rest between sets. For my part, I kept up with everyone up until the last 100 yards when my legs cramped up, then kept cramping up even after I got out of the water. Maybe a banana before practice next time? Pleased to see my speedo tan had already come back. Not so pleased that my skin was a bit pink.

Went directly from there to the SDYP bbq, which was okay, if rather sparsely attended. Steve, the geeky guy who equates topping with rough sex, showed up. I didn't stay the whole time, as the morning swim practice had tuckered me out. Sean was supposed to be coming to town, but my phone was still on the fritz, so I FB messaged him instead. Never heard from him, wasn't able to sleep.

Rich's was having their "WTF?!" night, and I was interested, just not interested enough to pay cover. A FB friend had posted about the guest list, so I messaged him. He messaged back a few hours later, asking if I would wear something crazy. What's the point of going to a theme night if you're not going to participate. He agreed, but never confirmed whether I was on the list. While I might have shown up and been on the list, I might also have been one of those people who only think they are. Or I might have paid the cover without asking, only to discover later that I was actually on the list. I was too tired for any of that bs, so I just went to bed.