- Christine: Ritchie, we have talked about this. You’re eight years old. We live in Los Angeles. You have to learn how to swim.
- Ritchie: Why?
- Christine: Because, honey, you can’t keep going to pool parties telling people you’re having your period. –New Adventures of Old Christine
Match got over his man period (yay!) with some gentle prodding from me, and also with news that the sheriff’s department wants him to come tour the jail at the beginning of next month. I’d say this is a step in the right direction! Saturday was Tahoe Couple’s Pool Party and I’m still recovering.
Then of course the boys had to have a belly flop contest. I swear you’d think these boys were in high school, not in their mid twenties!
Match was finally able to join the party around 5. By this time he informs me I was “completely trashed”. He said he had to fight me off from hugging him before he could change into his swim trunks. Then he played catch up 🙂
Match had to leave later on for work. 🙁 I kissed him and the group started teasing us. They said I kissed him like he was heading off to war.
The rest of the night is a blur of playing drinking games, then singing at the top of my lungs during a Rock Band jam sess, followed by passing out on Tahoe Girl at midnight. I woke up suffering from some back and joint pain that could only mean a day in the pool and a lot of drinking.
Baker Chic invited me over Sunday morning for crepes which were just what the hangover doctor ordered. I spent the rest of the day being incredibly lazy. I even crawled into bed and napped with Match while he slept off his night shift. I had a great night out, but I am definitely exhausted. I think if we hang out for another pool party next week, I’m just going to stick to water!