The pool is more than a pool....

It's a beach. With a mini-ocean. Usually I try to stay as pale and sickly looking as possible, just so my customers feel comfortable, but I took my blanco behind out there and stuck it in a beach chair. I took a dip in some SPF 1,000,000 and tried to remember the last time I had a tan. I even bought some swim trunks. Nothing riduclous, just some basic solid color baggy swim trunks. Nothing funnier than a guy the color of rice wearing obvioiusly brand new swimwear. I wish it had not been so easy to spot the people from Comic-Con at the pool But it was. Dear Lord, it was. I was tempted to take some pictures, but then I realized that someone could be taking pictures of me. Maricel's suit was new, too. She said she needed this style cause she's got a bit of a stomach. I guess so, in that there's actually a stomach and not just ribs and a concave place. She even got me in the pool. Nobody tried to harpoon me, thank goodness. Truthfully looking at some of the other guys hanging around. I'm not so bad and at least I've got sense enough not to wear a Speedo, you know.