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Whisky belongs in a glass, not plastic |
I don’t know what it is, but there is something different
between taking a dip in a pool at night than going for a swim during the
day. It may be because you’re supposed
to be indoors and getting ready for bed and partaking in a daytime activity
after the sun has retired for the day just seems like you are breaking the
rules. It’s not really a loud
environment. Furthermore, even though you’re not really whispering, you’re
still talking in low voices in order to keep the people who enforce the “No
Swimming after Midnight” rule posted at the gate from hauling you off to hotel
jail or someplace equally mysterious.
We didn’t care, however.
After our dining experience at the Conch Republic, we had decided a dip
in the hot tub was in order. We quickly
swapped our dining attire for bathing suits, grabbed an adult beverage or two
and headed down to the dark pool area.
Most hotel pools come with two rules. The first is no swimming after eleven or
twelve. The second is no glass around
the pool. I intended on breaking both of
those rules. I didn’t even obey these
rules when I was a child and saw no point in starting to now that I was an
adult, especially the no glass rule.
Whisky does not belong in a plastic Solo cup.
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We took over the hot tub |
As we were growing up, my parents would take overnight trips
and never go anywhere. Well, that’s not
exactly true. We would check in to a
local hotel, avoiding the telephone and people knocking on our door. My father owned his own subcontractor company
and when things became chaotic and he needed a break, they would take us to a
hotel and while Dad sipped his Jack and Coke, my sister and I would turn into
prunes in the hotel pool. We would stay
out way past the curfew posted, but as long as we didn’t make too much noise,
no one ever chased us away. These are
some of my fondest memories growing up.
My parents would be sitting around one of the tables, chatting and
relaxing while they watched Laurie and me making laps or racing each other from
one end to the other.
That is what swimming at night means, something special that
you are allowed to do even though it’s forbidden. I thought of these memories as I sat there in
the hot tub and three young kids wandered into the pool area, excited to be up
past bedtime and able to swim. Vacations
should be about breaking some of the rules you have to follow back at
home. It means tossing the schedule and
bedtimes out the window and embracing the moment instead.
As the night began to settle down and we sat around the hot
tub enjoying the cool evening mixed with the warmth of friendship, I thought
back to when I did the same with my parents and when we did it with our
children. We sat and mingled as we
sipped our beverages, enjoying the moment while planning the next. Some sat in the water while others perched
near the edge, but we were all together, savoring the laughter as memories were
made that would carry us to the next adventure.
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Char sitting back and relaxing |
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