Summer lovin', had me a blast...

As the weather here becomes increasingly warm and sunny, one can't help but feel the onset of summer. I live near the water, but rarely go to the beach. Truth be told, I don't especially like our beach. Or the people who happen to be there. I prefer beaches where I'm on vacation. Besides, why go to the beach here when I have my pool? I just throw on my bathing suit and towel and swim. If I feel social, I'll call up a few friends while I'm at it, and we can be stupid and push each other off the diving board and look for the old supersoakers. Ah, the wonders of immaturity. I remember my pool party when we graduated. Ooh, horrible story time, let's go. Well, to start off, it decided to ignore the weather reports and be gray and gloomy, and eventually started to rain. Joy. Well, the weather finally cleared up, so we decided to go outside and attempt to swim. Big mistake. First my friend, who I will refer to simply as J, went out in her bathing suit. This is all-female, mind you. Well, she decided to show us all her new, black, cut to the belly-button suit. Did I mention she was not all too thin and has DD's? Yeah, it was a traumatic sight. My parents being there? Even worse. Then, my two friends E and C decide to start fighting, pushing one another into the pool, and one dives in in her underwear. Why do I associate with these people? Who knows. It was horrific. The weather cleared up slightly, and my friends decided not to wait for us to put out food, but to raid my kitchen obnoxiously, making a huge mess. Then came the food. Not one single surface was not littered with half-empty soda cans, and might I add, we had to pour those ALL down the drain. Yeah, it took quite a while. This party made me decide to not host anything at my house again. No joke. Well, storytime's over kids. I'm sure it was less than amusing. PS, if anyone is actually reading, throw me a comment!