Weekend Trip

I’ve often said about my travelling to the Sunny South that there is something about being away from home that changes your mood or outlook and how something just feels and flows differently.

Recently I went out of town overnight, and realized that this phenomenon can exist without a plane or a different country.  Maybe it’s because the daily grind doesn’t exist; no work, and a flexible (if any) schedule – I just tend to “let myself off the hook”- Social media posts, replying to calls or texts: if and when I feel like it… everyone knows I am away anyways.

While away, we attended a buck and doe and enjoyed a few beverages – to the point of my mom riding a mechanical bull!  We got back to our hotel, and mixed another round of drinks.  My mom headed for the room around 2:30am.  I sat there looking at my friend, feeling totally chilled out (Wisers deluxe may have played a role)- and announced:  “I’m not ready for bed yet.” And then… While glancing at the outdoor pool enclosure:   “…That’s a short fence…”

Within minutes, the plan was in place.  I moved a Muskoka chair up close to the other side of the fence… (Easier to climb into the chair!) I announced I was going to get my suit, because getting caught and possibly tossed out of the hotel was a risk I was willing to take; doing so naked; was not.  As I “snuck” into the hotel to change, my mom stirred and opened her eyes.  I held my breath. I was going to get stopped. Or…. At least… delayed.  “What are you doing?” she asked.  I hesitated. I considered lying… then I just laughed and whispered “we’re sneaking into the pool.”  Her hand came out from the blankets and slaps me a high five.  Yep. That’s my mom.  I also suggested if she was going to sleep she should take off her glasses.

Off we went.  We neatly stacked our towels on the table.  We then had a pre-game pep talk:  “Ok. So. Hop/climb there…Yep.  We have to move the solar blanket.. K… No splashing. And NO giggling.” (We’re hardened criminals not school children right?!) ok BREAK!

I ran and grabbed the top of the fence, then my foot, and landed easily in the chair.  We did giggle… We peeled back the solar blanket and slipped into the pool.  It was heavenly! I’ve heard that “the thrill of possibly getting caught makes it better” – I didn’t know they meant 3:00AM swimming.  We stayed in for a few minutes, swimming, in the rain, then snuck back out, replaced the cover and hopped back over the fence… And couldn’t wait to brag at breakfast.

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