With summer in the air, BeCuz got the lido bug. She recently fell in love with a whale shaped inflatable pool at a nearby retailer, however, her love affair with a sports car prevented her from both purchasing and getting the whale pool home. Fortunately, On My Terms – a savvy online guru, suggested purchasing it online and having it delivered. BeCuz took her advice and, two days later, was the proud owner of an inflatable whale with a spraying tail (the latter was what really stole her heart).
To break in the pool, she invited a seasoned inflatable pool professional – me – to stop by. I humbly accepted the invitation; threw on my bikini/pasties (note to self: lots of pastries result in bikini tops that look like pasties); armed myself with sunscreen, sunhat, sushi, fruit, licorice, and beer, and headed out the door.
I arrived to find BeCuz relaxing poolside and ready to imbibe. Lido 101. “I purchased Hoegaarden for us to drink. It just seemed right.” “You’re quickly moving from an associate degree to a bachelor,” I replied.
We drank, ate, chatted, and listened to the radio for several hours during which time we took several ‘dips’ in the whale. At one time, we even decided to try the tail sprayer and quickly learned this was more of a master’s level task. Not ready for that type of commitment, we returned to our chaise lounges and opted for a more logical task – beer consumption.
Within just five hours, BeCuz had become a lido expert and I had become, even with sunscreen, a skin cancer candidate. Regardless, we had one wh(ale) of a time.