“The ramblings and grumblings of author Ad Hudler”

Grown-up frat party
Sunday, August 8, 2010

The best thing about our condo in downtown Nashville is the rooftop pool on the 31st floor. It's a fine place to hang out, with great views of Music City and a constant breeze that exists because we're basically in the clouds.

Yesterday, the condo association sponsored its annual pool party. There was live music and a giant cake replica of our tower. Oh, and plenty of booze. One of the attendees, who goes by Wild Bill, owns a bar downtown famous for its raspberry margaritas....and he brought gallon-size milk jugs of the stuff to share with everyone.

In no time at all, I had to go to the bathroom. And as I was complaining about having to dry off and go inside to do my duty, one guy, who will remain anonymous, said, "Why bother? I don't.
That's what chlorine's for."

And I couldn't help but wonder how many people shared his opinion and behavior. I'm guessing there are plenty of adults out there who pee in the pool. I mean, we get older, our energy ebbs, and we find ourselves taking the path of least resistance, right? It only makes sense.

Just, please ... go stand in the corner to do it, okay?


Anonymous Anonymous said...

you all are lazy and disgusting. Get out of the pool and go pee.

August 9, 2010 at 12:00 AM  

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