White, trash

With the weekend upon us I decided to host a pool party. Knowing how much Tree values his lido deck time, I invited him first. “We’ve got a lot going on, but we’ll come over for a bit.” He went on to tell me,  “Awkward wouldn’t mind if his daughter was named A Little Awkward should she ever make the blog.” Done and done.

I then invited BeCuz, Sleepless, Ice Cream Man, That’s Not Chinese, and Live Longer. To make the pool a little more appealing, I decided to blow up a raft. Translation: I decided to have Tree blow up a raft once he arrived.

When he did arrive I was tooling around in the back 40. “See, I told you,” he said to A Little Awkward, “Nothing is ready – this is a full on white trash pool party.”

I didn’t personalize his comment and, instead, handed him the electric pump so he could blow up the raft and the pool – after he and Awkward emptied and moved it to a new spot on the lawn, of course.

Once the pool was moved and full the party really got started. The guests rolled in gradually and, in most cases, didn’t overlap; which was helpful because the pool only had space for one once the raft was in it.

All in all, it was a good day at (or sitting around the outside of) the pool.