This is always one of my favorite weekends: it’s the official start of summer, marked by the opening of the pool at the club.
However, lunch there isn’t always as much fun as it could be. They unfortunately have a great many items on the menu that are fried in some form, and hard to digest. Well, it’s my own fault for ordering a mettwurst when it’s 90° out, and trying to eat the silly thing when it arrived. That plus a couple of glasses of the chemical mixture they call Coke makes for an uncomfortable afternoon.
But I escaped sunburn, and it’s summer. What more can you want? (Not mettwurst, that’s for sure.)