Saturday, February 26, 2011
IN HOT WATER
Well, I didn't do the American Express but went to the hot tub instead.
In our old house, we went to the spa every night. Well, almost.
Sometimes the heater bust or there was rain. But otherwise, every night.
Here there is a bit of a walk. A hundred yards.
But the spa is easily as hot as the old one and is big. And no one is ever there.
We have run into people. Some odd ones.
There was the couple who were naked, drinking and eating. John minced no words in pointing out that they had violated three rules in one session. Suits, glass and food. A trifecta. They weren't amused but we talked anyway.
Then there was the night there was a guy, one of the two previous mentioned, putting his leg in front of the hot water entry and no talk at all. Well, after he was treated the first time, whaat should we expect. He wouldn't share the fucking hot inlet.
Then another night an old woman holding on to the stair rail and facing away from us the whole time. So strange. She seemed to be unconscious.
We did meet a neat couple who we never saw again but I know they are here because I see their car.
Social life in the spa and condo complex. Short and sometimes brutal.
But most often, we are alone together. The scenery is ideal. The mountain, the tramway, the clouds, the palms framing that view. Then the lights.
It is pretty nice. Better than working through the Amex charges.
