Minimum Exposure

Tonight the girls and I played tennis. When I say girls I mean me, Carla, Courtney and Sarah. When I say we played tennis, we played AT tennis. We might be the worst tennis players known to man. But we had an absolute blast! Sure, we were out there sweating like boys, but we were giggling constantly.

After about an hour or so of swatting at the ball, we're pooped. I go to get my gatorade out of the car because I'm brilliant and forgot to bring it with me. When I come back, there are expectant looks on everybody's faces. I'm like, uh oh, this is another blog waiting to happen. Sarah says, "Allison! Do you want to jump in the pool with all your clothes on?" So of course, I'm like, heck yeah, as long as the majority has decided that. So we pile into our vehicles and beat it back to Courtney's apt.

There's a pool waiting there for us. There's also a group of people sitting in the dark on the deck. We take off our shoes, some of us changed into shorts, and we head down to the pool. We're a group on a mission. We get to the pool. We get to the really really deep part (7 feet, the area of the pool where jaws lives), four sets of little toes are on the edge of the pool. One....two.....squeal like the girls we are and JUMP!

It was marvelous! We felt so alive! Ok, so I might be playing it up for dramatic affect. But we had a great time. We're floating around in the pool when someone says let's do water aerobics! Okey dokey. So the first task is to jog in place. On a sidenote, I've got the body of a twelve year old boy, however, the girls I'm with are a bit more blessed in that area. Jogging in water for me is not an issue, I don't have much of a chance of getting smacked in the face, if you know what I mean. So more giggling about that and I'm moving on with my story.

Alright, its time to get out. I'm getting wrinkly so we all trudge out of the pool. We go through the laundry room and head up to Courtney's apartment. Then we all decide we don't want to go into a perfectly chilled living room dripping cold. We'd catch our death. So since we're all intelligent as well as stunningly gorgeous, we do the wise thing. We all strip down to our skivvies and stand in the breezeway on the balcony as Courtney, also in her skivvies, goes to her car to get clothes for us.

And now we're off to go get hot fudge brownies....yum....