the swim lesson.

Sometime around 6 p.m. last Wednesday night, I decided it would be a good idea to accompany my family to the pool. By family, I mean my step-mom Theresa, and my siblings Ryan, John and Alexis. Now currently the little munchkins are on the Westwood town swim team. However, none of them know how to dive. This presents an issue considering swim instructors and score keepers and judges are all bitches and will disqualify my nine year old sister for diving in like a seal on drugs.

It actually is kind of sad because it really slows them down compared to the other kids. So Theresa hired a kid to teach them to dive, paid him 20 bucks and told him we would be at the town pool at 7:00 pm for open swim.

Considering I have no life (yes, why aren't I blogging more), I decided to join them. Yes, I wasn't thinking I would have to wear a swimsuit, in PUBLIC. I reverted back to my typical attitude when it comes to the Dedham-Westwood-West Roxbury area: Nobody knows me here. If this was Hingham, you would not be seeing my bare body running around the town pool, if we had one. Still, I have some dignity. I rifled through my drawers for a respectable suit, only coming up with the teeny bikinis that I had ordered BEFORE I left for Europe. Smooth one, Camille.

Then I went into Theresa's drawers, where I discovered several halter top one pieces, not the best for all the lap swimming I was going to do (what a joke). I settled on one of those athletic bra sport top thingys and a pair of black bottoms that sort of covered my butt. I put on my sweatpants and we headed to the pool.

The police force (women running this open swim event) made us sign in, pay and shower. Then they lectured us on paying for lessons (that's illegal) and using the diving boards (ok, but no shenanigans) and just general pool crap. All this time, I'm thinking lady, I know I look like I'm caught somewhere between the 80s and the gym, I know how to swim in the pool. I miss the old days at the Hanover YMCA, where you could walk in with ten kids and two pool tags and overrun the place. Did I mention they had the best grilled cheese sandwiches and slushies? I was under a 100 pounds and in colorful one pieces back then.

You may ask, Camille, where is this going? Yeah I don't really know. I'm thinking it was one of those had to be there moments as Lexi and Johnny flung themselves into the water for over an hour. I was amused to say the least.

Basically, since I returned from Europe, I realize that my perhaps my life isn't as exciting to read about.

Wait for these:
I've been duped: NYC for the Weekend.
Six in the Shipyard

XO