Busy Day and Hot tubbing.
Well, my lunch was at 2:30 and didn't last long. I got the big sign project done for Tavern, and then got ready for light focus on Monday. I also spent some time cleaning off my workbench. What a dump.
S stopped by and we looked at a LOOK magazine from 1959. Wow. Most of the ads were either alcohol (whiskey or beer) or tobacco. Some great slice of life pictures from the era. I love going thru those old magazine issues. If that were my job, I'd never get anything done.
Just found out about a party on Sunday night. Whoo Hoo. But the host sold his hot tub. Not that I ever got in... but it was a great social gathering place. Don't get me wrong, I love hot tubbing. I've had some phenomenal times hot tubbing (Ah... Margaret from Pontiac. mmm), but, being this MASSIVE, I obviously have some reservations. I need to feel perfectly comfortable with the people I'm with. For the most part, a fat man in a hot tub is a punch line, and not one I need to encourage. I always desperatly wanted to join E (who always went in the tub), but the rest of the company at the party was never conducive. I always had my suit on under my jeans, with high hopes, but it was never to be. I also never wanted to give her another reason to (what's the word I want; belittle? no. denigrate? no. mock? close, no. scorn? maybe.) look down on me for. She has always had strong opinions on physical attributes of people. She says that she only ridicules people she doesn't like anyway, but her jibes and mockery usually hits pretty close to home. (one of my favorite quotes, "You are so beautiful. I love you. I just don't like you very much right now.")
A friend in Michigan used to have a hot tub. He called it "the LoooOOve Tub" (you gotta get that long OOOO in there. It was clothing optional (and you were never pressured one way or the other). And I didn't opt. When in Rome...
The best time was in Winter. There is NOTHING like hot tubbing in a blizzard. (Those friends who read this have heard this story no doubt, so here it is again. Suck it up.) The heat from the tub melts or deflects the falling snow 10 feet up. But if you lean out, way back out of the tub, face up, you can catch the flakes on your face. Then we'd jump out and go sit on one of the side benches along the patio, into a half a foot of loose snow (leaving an interesting imprint!), and just as quick, back into the tub. Despite the name, it was a house rule that, to keep the water clean, if things progressed too far, you were to find a bedroom. We were a close bunch. Some of the ladies chose suits. Margaret started with a borrowed pair of trunks and a tee shirt. The tee shirt kept ballooning up and she quickly said "what the hell" and lost it. The shorts went later.
One of these days, I'll get a hot tub. I love tubbing too much. With the right friends. Clothing optional of course.
Gotta get moving. Gonna see a show tonight.
S stopped by and we looked at a LOOK magazine from 1959. Wow. Most of the ads were either alcohol (whiskey or beer) or tobacco. Some great slice of life pictures from the era. I love going thru those old magazine issues. If that were my job, I'd never get anything done.
Just found out about a party on Sunday night. Whoo Hoo. But the host sold his hot tub. Not that I ever got in... but it was a great social gathering place. Don't get me wrong, I love hot tubbing. I've had some phenomenal times hot tubbing (Ah... Margaret from Pontiac. mmm), but, being this MASSIVE, I obviously have some reservations. I need to feel perfectly comfortable with the people I'm with. For the most part, a fat man in a hot tub is a punch line, and not one I need to encourage. I always desperatly wanted to join E (who always went in the tub), but the rest of the company at the party was never conducive. I always had my suit on under my jeans, with high hopes, but it was never to be. I also never wanted to give her another reason to (what's the word I want; belittle? no. denigrate? no. mock? close, no. scorn? maybe.) look down on me for. She has always had strong opinions on physical attributes of people. She says that she only ridicules people she doesn't like anyway, but her jibes and mockery usually hits pretty close to home. (one of my favorite quotes, "You are so beautiful. I love you. I just don't like you very much right now.")
A friend in Michigan used to have a hot tub. He called it "the LoooOOve Tub" (you gotta get that long OOOO in there. It was clothing optional (and you were never pressured one way or the other). And I didn't opt. When in Rome...
The best time was in Winter. There is NOTHING like hot tubbing in a blizzard. (Those friends who read this have heard this story no doubt, so here it is again. Suck it up.) The heat from the tub melts or deflects the falling snow 10 feet up. But if you lean out, way back out of the tub, face up, you can catch the flakes on your face. Then we'd jump out and go sit on one of the side benches along the patio, into a half a foot of loose snow (leaving an interesting imprint!), and just as quick, back into the tub. Despite the name, it was a house rule that, to keep the water clean, if things progressed too far, you were to find a bedroom. We were a close bunch. Some of the ladies chose suits. Margaret started with a borrowed pair of trunks and a tee shirt. The tee shirt kept ballooning up and she quickly said "what the hell" and lost it. The shorts went later.
One of these days, I'll get a hot tub. I love tubbing too much. With the right friends. Clothing optional of course.
Gotta get moving. Gonna see a show tonight.
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