Wednesday, September 12, 2012
As the clouds made good on their promise, Nick said to me, almost apologetically, "Hey, if it really starts to pour later, I'm going to get in that pool. I..hope that's okay." Ha! I had been planning how soon it would be...not acceptable per se, but not shitty..... to jump in the pool fully clothed.
A drunk bridesmaid beat us to it, which made the idea lose some sparkle. We stayed dry and made our way back to the hotel, where I charged some voodoo-flavored (?) Zapp's chips and a microwavable pizza to our room. Then I woke up approximately 80 times during the night and remembered why it is I don't drink that much anymore.