So I'm having a pool party. On my actual birthday, which is tomorrow.
Here's my invite to my guests.
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I never had a pool as a kid (humble Greenwich roots) so I never had a pool party. Now, I live in a building with a pool, and that's close enough. At long last, I get my pool party.
There will be balloons, hamburgers, hot dogs, veggie burgers. cake, other goodies + booze.
Kelly Quinn is required to bring some sort of baked good.
Everyone else is off the hook.
Unless you can bring me a pool boy.
If it rains, we'll move to my apartment or to the building clubhouse and I'll make you all play Taboo.
Guests are welcome, just let me know who is in your entourage. That includes kids, but you'll have to bring your own toys.
And while this is a pool party, there is no requirement to wear a bathing suit or swim. The pool isn't that big. Or deep.
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Folks are threatening to wear speedos. My trainer might wear a thong.
2 comments:
Let it be known that I brought baked goods. And there was much rejoicing.
Wasn't that almost the title of a comedy with Jennifer Garner, who looks just a little bit like you?
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