A couple that I am friends with just moved into a new house that has a POOL. And since we’re in San Diego, and since the weather has been fabulous as of late, they are planning a Pool Party/BBQ this weekend.
Which of course makes me go into panic mode because of the dreaded Bathing Suit (dun dun dunnnn)!
And has also put THIS SONG in my head. This week, at least 10 times a day, I’ve caught myself humming the tune. Which is weird, because I don’t think I have even HEARD the song since the early 80s. I remember seeing this video ALL the time on MTV. Yes, I started watching MTV at a very, very young age. My family was one of the first on the block to get cable (…maybe. My guess is that most of the peeps on my block bragged about being the first.), and I watched Nickelodeon a LOT. And one day, they switched the cable line-up. My favorite channel that brought me Pinwheel and Today’s Special was all of a sudden…MTV. Oh, lordy be, it was all over from there. One of my dearest friends from college blames my ADD on this fact alone.
Oh sheesh, I digressed AGAIN (proof of the ADD, perhaps). Where was I…ah yes, Pool Party Panic!
My first point of concern is – Where ARE my bathing suits? I know I have a few, but as to where they actually are. Oh, wait hold on…found ’em! I have one of those sets of cheap-ass plastic drawers (that EVERYONE has), and they are all smushed in the bottom drawer.
Second point of concern is – OMG I HAVE TO PUT ONE OF THESE THINGS ON. Hopefully, one of them fits – I’m pretty sure I have at least 2 that will. And of course then there’s all the anxiety over actually wearing it in front of people. The thought of being the fattest person at the party, in all my nylon/spandex blend glory, is not far from my stream of consciousness.
Third point of concern is – Damn, I am fucking pale. Seriously, I reflect the sun. I also have a weird pseudo-farmers tan that never quite disappears or blends. It probably didn’t help that about 2 years ago, when American Idol held its auditions in San Diego at Qualcomm Stadium, I kinda forgot about sunscreen. And despite our seats being in the shade about 90% of the time that we were there…we were there for about 12 hours. I got mighty crispy that day. And 2 years (and multiple momentary lapses of reason and forgetting sunscreen) later, I still have the tan.
Fourth point of concern is – my HAIR. It would be one thing if I had luxurious locks that looked gorgeous no matter what. But I currently need a trim (desperately), and my hair is quite possibly schizo. If left to its own devices, the front will stay pretty much straight, and the back will do some kind of weird curly/kinky thing. Add in my current hair woes, and it stands to reason that I’m not really looking forward to taking a dunk and engaging in water sports (not THOSE, you perv!) And that sucks, because I kinda really love to swim. Maybe I should don a swim cap like my grandma used to wear?
Fifth point of concern is – What to bring? I asked the hosts if I could bring anything, and the reply was, “Your favorite alcoholic beverage and a floatation device.” Obviously, this means Coors Light and…some swimmies? On the other hand, fat floats. So I probably have nothing to worry about. And I can take the money I would’ve spend on swimmies on…you guessed it! More Coors Light!
And more Coors Light will help me to forget that I was even suffering from Pool Party Panic in the first place! So, really, this event shall be a win all around.
But I’m thinking that maybe we (we being me and the boyfriend) should bring some grub? I’ve been to BBQs this couple has had before, and they usually do it up pretty big – burgers and dogs, crab cakes, bratwurst, salads, etc. So, I’m not sure. Maybe there’s a fun side dish, or chips and dip or cookies?
What do you enjoy most at BBQs? Any suggestions of what I can offer to bring? Please bear in mind that I’m really not a great cook. AT ALL.