In the Good Ol' Summertime

It's summer time again with all its attendant joys. The advantage of living on the second floor above the pool is you can tell at a glance if it's a good time to go or not. (If Crotch Man is down there it's a definate no go.) None of that turning the corner only to realize it's a full house, wall to wall coed bikinis or, perhaps worse, kiddie hour. It's hard to pretend you were just out for a stroll at that point when you're fully committed in your suit. ("Oh this? I wear this blue hibicus number all the time.")

The disadvantage of our living location is, of course, we see all (Crotch Man again). The coed action can be truly depressing-it used to be a complex of professional adults and the slide into off campus housing (complete with the long tables and plastic cups for drinking games) is sad in both a 'there goes the neighborhood' and 'they are the future?' ways. But, when everyone else is away and you can slip down, read your book, then plunge in the water when you are sufficiently baked it does have a distinct 'this is the life' vibe.