Bring your own pool party

It’s been a while since Calling The Dog and I have hung out. After seeing all of my amazing ghetto summer pool party pics, she decided it was time to have a pool party at her house. “Let’s do a bring your own pool and drunk yoga party,” she suggested to me one evening. “Can we incorporate a vision board into it somehow?” I asked. “Done!” she replied. Within minutes it was on the world wide web, thus, making it official. The Blurred Vision Board Pool Party and Drunk Yoga event would be taking place at Calling The Dog’s house on Sunday.

The first to arrive were Tree and Awkward. Being that they had never met Calling The Dog and they are on a cleanse, therefore not drinking, their first ten minutes together were exactly how Awkward likes things: awkward.  Luckily Calling The Dog can shoot the shit with the best of ’em.

Live Longer and I were a bit late arriving because we still had to stop at the store. “Anything I can bring?” I asked Calling The Dog via text. “Bring a pool,” she replied. Sadly, we did not bring a pool. Fortunately, Calling The Dog had found a lovely inflatable pink poodle pool and Tree had already tested it out by the time we arrived. “Water’s great,” he advised and added, “Nice of you to join us.”

Within minutes we were all gathered around the pool, dipping our feet, some of us enjoying a beverage, and holding a blurred vision board meeting. It was at this time that Live Longer made a discovery, “I think I may have sat in shit.” “She did. I checked,” Tree confirmed. “Way to make sure your ghetto pool party trumps every other ghetto pool party,” I told Calling The Dog. “What can I say? I’m a shitty host,” she replied while pushing some other recently discovered clumps of animal fecal matter into the shrubs. “Stay middle classy,” I advised. “Oh, I am,” she replied then grabbed her beer, stuck her feet back in the pool, and prepared for a little drunk yoga.