My Right Ear
posted at 3:06 am
on Jul. 18, 2004
Previous entry:
How to Make an Iraqi War Souffle
Next entry:
Welcome Home, Airport Express
My right ear is filled with water. Not a lot of water. But tenacious water. It’s deep in there. It was driven in by a new game that Amy invented that we ended up calling Semi-Inflated Mattress Diving. It’s soon to be an Olympic demonstration sport. Perhaps “soon” is an overstatement—perhaps “never, those fools” would be a little more realistic.
The sport involves leaping from the pool steps on to, as the name
says, a semi-inflated pool mattress. And then not falling off. It combines the taut grace of synchronized swimming with the explosive desperation of bull-riding, without any of the poop. At least, that is my sincere hope.
While I did not do so well in the trials—something in my leaping tended to cause the mattress to squirt out from beneath me like a half-peeled grape when stepped on—I did pretty much stomp the competition in the finals, when I executed a nearly perfect L-drop move to land and stick in the middle of the pool on a double tall mattress pile. What a proud moment for Canadian pool party athletes everywhere.
Robin, Amy, Jae, Karin, Debbie, Tracy and Mike all came over for the last-minute party. It was much fun. Some grilling, some drinking, some music via my new Airport Express (lovely little device that is—more later).
I’m really going to miss this place.
