Poolside paradise

After a night like we had, and looking back on the moments captured - laying in the hallway tables en route to the hotel room - the day started a little later than planned.

To kick the day off at a bright and shiny 11 o'clock, I threw on a bikini and wrapped a towel around my waist, wove some braids in my hair and threw on a garland of flowers, and Danielle and I made the trek down to poolside paradise.

Tossing our towels on the nearest lounge chair, we slid right into the nearest 12-inches of space and threw our shoulders up over the edge of the packed pool. For a small time, we joined a "volleyball" game, but midway through it was apparent the majority of the participants had surpassed us in their libations that they just forgot what they were doing and the game ended. Amidst that, a DJ cranked out some club tunes that sent vibrations like an impromptu wave through the crowd. People of all sizes were up shaking and flailing their arms, legs, head, and hiney to the beats.

Shortly afterward, Danielle and I had a lot of random folks come up and start up a conversation. It wasn't unwanted, but it was kind of strange at first. What I hadn't realized at the time as that there was a special filter on Snapchat that resembled my fetching flowery headdress, so it made it a perfect opportunity for drunken strangers to start a conversation. One group of fellas gave us some particularly fetches shoulder shimmies and "come-hither" gestures with their eyes and head nods. While it was very flattering, the advances weren't ones we were looking to return, but three members of them insisted on trying anyways. In a matter of minutes they had told us much of their lives and we quickly learned that they were all newly 21. When they headed up to the bar to refill their bucket of beer, we slid down around to the other end of the winding pool. There, a beautiful specimen of a man with perfect hair and teeth came strutting over. He was clearly inebriated, and knew it, but he completely owned it. With full confidence, he moved right between Danielle and I and threw his arms over our shoulders and pulled us in tight. Prior to his traverse to our locale, he had attempted to kiss two other female swimmers. Though his attempt was thwarted by Danielle, his lips landed three inches above mine when he whipped around. He then extended an offer to accompany him to his room. As I started laughing, his friends - all of which were women - standing poolside told him "it was time" for him to go. At the same time, our young 21-year-old boyfriends who had claimed us as theirs earlier showed up, drinks in hand to invite us out for the evening. Though the company was entertaining, we had to decline as we needed to get ready for another evening of festivities.