It's been a while since I've posted anything, but then something happens that just MUST be shared with the world.

It's 95 degrees out today, so what better way to slog through the Trusts and Wills portion of my bar review class than by sitting in a bikini pool-side? And I lucked out too- just as I was entering, the lone occupants, an Asian couple and their toddler, were exiting, leaving the entire area to me. So there I am, lounging on a such chair on my sea-turtle patterned beach towel, on my bluetooth with Ramona discussing whether if Rachel and Joey had lived in Virginia rather than NYC, their cohabitation would have resulted in a valid presumption of paternity. I think nothing of a serviceman clad in his blue service shirt and navy shorts with Ben Franklin hair and Chris Farley body entered the clubhouse adjacent.

Next thing I know, a ball of pale, jiggly flesh clad only in a small, red pair of swim trunks goes hurtling out of the French doors of the clubhouse and into the pool, cannonball style. As he emerged, he slicked back his balding-Ben Franklin hair, and loudly said, "oooh YEAH."

That was awkward. I pretended not to notice. I stammered something into the phone about a multifactor test.

But thinking I had apparently had not heard him. He says it again. Louder. "ohhh yeah." There were then some moans. Some grunts. Your basic array of sex noises. And of course, more Oh Yeah's, all while in the pool, facing me.

I don't know what happened next. I didn't stay to find out. I told Ramona that I forgot my hiliter at home and had to go get it (a bad excuse, since I had 2 sitting next to me at that point.) and high-tailed it out of there.