Swimmin and Stuff!
May. 12th, 2012 08:48 pmI'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.
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.