Drool Rider
Thursday, June 5, 2008 I'm 42 today. I share my birthday with a friend I used to lifeguard with in high school, Lynn P. Carlson. She told me the "P" stands for "Pretty".
There are many fun LPC stories, but I don't have clearance from her to share. Once, she may [or may not] have fired a bottle rocket from her butt. Once, she may [or may not] have purposely drooled on me while we drove some guy's motorcycle. If the latter happened, it may have looked like this...
A guy came to the pool on his motorcycle. Kind of a "pool fly" guy -- just hung out to chat with the guards. LPC said she knew how to drive a motorcycle and asked if she could take it for a spin. She asked me [told me] to go with her. We were in our guard suits, flip-flops and had towels around our waists -- no helmets. LPC assured me she knew what she was doing, then we jerked our way out of the parking lot. We FLEW on the motorcycle once we hit real roads. I was terrified. LPC was singing "Cool Rider" at the top of her lungs [from Grease II - we adored that movie] and the excessive saliva she was purposely producing unbeknownst to me, trickled back in my face. Buckets of it. She pretended she didn't hear me every time I screamed, "You're drooling on me!". Our ride ended, we went back to work. We laughed, I felt cool, and I loved that I could hang [sort-of] with LPC. If that REALLY happened - it was fun. I'll wait for clearance though.
One more thought on this 42nd birthday. This is the last year I can contemplate military recruitment. What do you think, LPC? We could get in shape -- I love the idea of a uniform. Oh. Sorry, I forgot. We were born on the same day, but darn-it, different years. Happy Birthday, my older friend L. Pretty C.
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