July 29, 2005
BANISH ME
My daughter is captain of her high school dance team, and as such is expected by tradition to have all the girls over for a kickoff sleepover/pool party. That would mean 20 nubile young ladies between the ages of 16 and 18, in skimpy bikinis, cavorting about my pool tomorrow. Followed, no doubt, by pillow fights.
I know what you preverts are thinking. I'm only disappointed The Bride isn't thinking the same thing. I detest estrogen, and SO wanted to be banned to Atlanta for the weekend. If I didn't have an 8 to 5 business meeting on Saturday I probably could have made the case.
As it is I will no doubt be beggared for 20 pizzas and 37 liters of diet soda, and have lye thrown in my eyes, lest I inadvertently espy the girls cavorting.
Actually, if I left that meeting at 5, I could be in the ATL by 1030 Saturday night. Anybody want to party?
I'm your huckleberry...
Posted by: Donnie at July 29, 2005 10:59 PMI ain't touching that one...
Posted by: Sam at July 29, 2005 11:43 PMBrownie points for PRETENDING he'd rather hang with us than an almost legal bikini-clad dance team.
Posted by: Key at July 30, 2005 12:12 AMThat'd be a roger, Capting. Come on up, we'll hang. We'll hogtie Zonker, and carry him inside the Perimeter for a festival. And I'd chew my foot off to meet Rankin.
Give me a call if you really coming...
Posted by: kelley at July 30, 2005 1:33 AMOh, sure. I'd chew off Kelley's other foot to meet Rob and Donnie.
Posted by: zonker at July 30, 2005 5:24 AMMan, you're thinking about this all wrong. You should call for a blogmeet at your house to coincide with the pajama party! I mean, what could possibly go wrong?
Posted by: Rube at July 30, 2005 8:12 AMAnd I'd chew my own foot off to be the bean dip caddy poolside the day of the "big event."
Posted by: bitterman at July 30, 2005 8:27 AM.. pillow fighting 17 year olds in bikinis... I'm sure I saw that on the internet somewhere...
Posted by: Eric at July 30, 2005 12:36 PMI used to live next door to the local high schools head cheerleader, and they did all of their practicing and partying in her back yard, which was sunken and private from everything except my bedroom window. They would end up stipping down to their bras and panties, and sometimes less, and spraying each other to cool off, and applying sunscreen to each other, and...
s'cuse me, gotta run...
Posted by: Bane at July 30, 2005 1:03 PMI understand, I really do.
Posted by: BeeBee at July 30, 2005 2:52 PMAw, shit - why am I just now reading this at 11:20 pm? Pfaugh.
And after driving from Savannah to the ATL this very day.
Timing. Timing is all. If you snooze, you lose...no booze. The story, alas, of my life.
Posted by: Elisson at July 30, 2005 11:22 PMDamn, and I just read this Tuesday. Come on up this Friday and we can take in Junior Brown at the Variety Playhouse and then drink the Yacht Club dry...
Posted by: rankin' rob at August 2, 2005 10:21 PM