Vanessa came by Saturday morning to drop off some delectations that will soon be on their way to Flat Coke’s residence. The three of us (plus Mr. W) donned our teeny weeny swimsuits and trekked to the pool and whirlpools. Mr. W took a flying dive into the pool as I was running up to him to push him in, but since I didn’t get to push him, Vanessa said I could push her. So I did. She popped out of the water clinging onto her arms with teeth chattering as she claimed the water was not that cold. Whatever. I decided to ease in from the shallow end, taking one little step at a time. I was up to my upper thighs when Mr. W, this evil grin on his face, walked to me from the deep end of the pool and as I whimpered, he threw his arms around my waist and slowly (slow for him, too fast for me) walked back to the deep end. I got about rib-deep, mock-crying over his shoulder, when Vanessa finally said that it was indeed too cold and that she was going to go in the jacuzzi. That saved me as I was released and I leapt out of the pool and ran for the jacuzzi as well. Ahhh, hot bubbling water!

After getting enough heat, the three of us laid out on the poolside lounge chairs to air dry. Then I decided I wanted to rinse the chlorine off, so I went to the pool showers. Vanessa joined me in a few minutes offering soap. So we showered together (enjoy that image, guys) while she told me about how she lost her “Sexy Challenge” bet to a coworker who claimed to have spent 90 hours at the gym in May, to her 78. We agreed he must be lying. (I told Diana about this on Saturday evening, and she thought he was lying, too.) 90 hours at the gym means 3 hours a day with no days off, plus full-time work, and Vanessa said he used to be a couch potato before that. How is this possible that you can work out for 3 hours and not be burnt out, especially when your body’s not used to that much activity? Plus, who gets a perfectly round number like 90? Of course, I calculated my average gym time and I sheepishly note that in May, I clocked approximately 10 hours to Vanessa’s 78. I can usually get in more than 30 mins at lunch, but since we’d been in trial the last 3 weeks, the judge has been running late into lunch but starting on time, so I had to either go late or not go at all. This weekend, however, Mr. W and I hit the gym both Saturday and Sunday, I did some pretty hardcore exercises that left me sore today, so I more than made up for not going last Thursday and Friday.

A note: here’s how spoiled I am. I called my parents Sunday after the gym, and asked if they’d had dinner yet. They had not. I said we were on our way over there, and to not eat until we got there cuz I was starving. I was thinking I could take my parents and Mr. W to dinner, but my mom instead cooked a nice 5-course homemade meal which was waiting for us on the dinner table when we got there, despite my parents not being hungry enough from their late lunch to eat yet. So Mr. W and I ravaged the food while my parents watched some teapot Chinese soap opera in the living room.

Oh yeah. Forgot to mention. After lounging by the pool, we introduced Vanessa to the Curry House and she really liked it, and also enjoyed the tofu cheesecake we got in the end. Yum.