the pool bag
remember going to the pool or beach when you were single and/or childless? throw on suit, apply some sunscreen, grab a towel and a drink, and in 5 minutes you were out the door.
today, going to the pool or beach requires only slightly less planning than the invasion of normandy. my bag contains:
- 3 towels
- 3 cover-ups
- 3 sets of waterproof mesh beach shoes
- 3 different types of sunscreen (kryptonite-strength cream for first application, spray for later reaps, and gooey face stick to keep it out of delicate eyes)
- goggles
- pool membership cards
- approximately 1,746 water toys
- giant inflatable floatie rings
- sand buckets and shovels
- beach blanket
- life jackets so the girls can bob "by myself!"
- cell phone (in case of emergencies, and the need to bitch to someone)
- epipens (ditto, except for the bitching)
- band aids for the inevitable falls and scrapes
- snacks, oh so many snacks
- water bottles, with ice cubes, puhlease
- picnic lunch complete with napkins, hand wipes and utensils
- and, if i remember, perhaps a crossword or a trashy magazine at which to sneak the briefest of looks
the awkward beach guy
during one of our recent invasion-of-normandy forays to the beach, we sat near the life guards' chair, where a gaggle of guards gathered throughout the afternoon (too many for duty; i think they were just hanging out together).
non-guard friends also began showing up, including one young man who seated himself next to a bronzed beach beauty and began this exchange:
"hey, brianna.""hey [seemingly struggling to remember name]...there. how are you?""oh, just trying to get a sick tan before i go back to school." (note: he was so white he practically fluoresced.)"oh.""yeah, i go to nyu. yeah, i'm going to be graduating this year.""mmm."
the construsement park
by jove, i think i've got it:
amusement park rides + construction equipment = the hottest new summer entertainment
just think of it: kids (and husbands and grandfathers) would clamor to ride up and down in the bucket of a backhoe, or slide down the rising bed of a dump truck, or spin around in a concrete mixer.
and yes, i had to ask the handsome man the actual names of some of that equipment ("that diggy thing [scooping hand motion]" is not a technical term). you'd think all my years of forced reeducation would have produced some result by now, but no.
addendum, tuesday, august 18: bulldozer bumper cars!
1 comment:
You forgot Q-tips (or their more technical name; ear thingies). If you don't have them, someone will invariably get water in thier ear & will stamp around & cry. Of course, once they are safely put into your pool bag, you will NEVER NEED THEM!!
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