So the hot weather starts rolling in at the first thing you
know The Twins start agitating for an in-ground pool.
Since I live in a townhouse with a stamp-sized backyard,
this presents some problems. First there is the matter of cost . This is soon solved when The Twins tell me
that their favorite Uncle Bernie Mad-something-or-other has come up with the
money, and hopes to break out/break away and join us poolside when construction
is finished. There’s still the matter
of getting an Olympic-sized pool into 30 square feet. So I approach my
neighbors on either side. The guys seem suitably concerned about the need for
making sure the gals get a good even tan, and so they offer up their backyards.
Sure, a certain amount of caterwauling and bleating is heard
from their spouses but after a visit from The Twins Uncle Doctor Kerokorian, or
something, domestic bliss seems to rule and the wives demurely fade into the
background. Construction finished up
this week, the pools full and to celebrate were having a 60’s Astronaut Go-Go
The girls are enthusiastic and emerge from their dressing
room sporting a Bettie and Veronica look.
Tawny has her locks worn straight and is wearing one of those bikini
mesh bra thingies with tall sandals accentuating her marvelous pegs. Tickles, has her hair in a bow, and is
sporting one of those never go out of style teeny weeny pink bikini with
rhinestone flip- flops and oh she’s sight to see.
I, of, course have my hair shaped into a flat-top, suitable
for space shuttle landings, and am sporting my oh so smart black business
leather shoes, red knee socks, paisley shorts, and a madras short-sleeved shirt
So we are ready to party. We’ve squeezed in a Tiki bar and
it’s loaded with authentic 60’s booze.
We didn’t have any room left over for the Weber, so it’s on floats in
the pool. Tickles is besides herself
because Gary’s due soon and he promised to bring an inflatable trampoline. I
had Craig mix her up a Tom Collins to calm here down, but it seems to have
Tickles: “Why is it
called a Tom Collins? Shouldn’t it be Tom or more properly Mr. Collins? Here’s the trampoline! Wheeeeeeeee!”
Triceratops got here
early is ensconced in one of those floating palm trees and knocking down Harvey
Wallbangers. Seti on his way and he’s bringing the Hi-Fi Girls.
Got it covered.
There’s no room in the yard so I’ll just sink the whole system into the
pool. I’m using Cornwalls, which I’m
pretty sure are sealed and I’ve melted wax over the tube pre and amp to keep
water out and I’ll float the turntable on an inner tube. Hey, what could
possibly go wrong, and besides Fini gets to be the DJ.
I’ve only got a limited amount of astronaut music, so when
you show up poolside you better bring us a song or two, and don’t forget to
tell Craig your favorite 60’s drink. He’s a genius at bartending and I’m sure
he’ll fix you right up.
First songs cued up and, of course, it’s “Telstar”
He was a legend in his own mind.