Last night it was 100 degrees in the game room, and in Grom'gol. Never before had S & B been the same temperature as their toons in Stranglethorn's oppressive jungle heat as they slay the raptors, red, green and 1 blue. Neruda can sweat for me, I'll take 70 again please.
When it's hot there's only one thought, dunk me in cool water please. Upon realizing that S&B have only been swimming ever 3 times in the city in a ton of years of combined residency status, it became obvious the issue here. Lack of a good swimming hole. Not talking swimming pools, which probably don't count, but try us. This is about the old swimming hole like in a Room with a View minus Mr. Beebe. Where in the hell are the good Seattle swimming holes? All this water, there must be at least a dozen killer spots. Ok...not where you drive to Magnuson and jump in the water with a dozen toddlers. We're talking about pull over to the side of the road, park illegally and jump. Call 1-800-DunkMe or either of S & B cell phones w/an answer and the winner receives a tremendously phat grand prize.
Where not to swim, Montlake Cut, kinda goose pooey, and Arboretum (no longer allowed) and kinda marshy. Got any better than that?
After realizing that heat like yesterday over extended periods, could induce the Do the Right Thing, summer mayhem for people who live in the urban environment other quandaries came to mind . Like killer awesomenesses and creation, inextricably linked to sacrifice or not? Does it just seem that way. High time for some night swimming.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
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