> # Belated Birthday Bath

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> Posted by LevilovR on November 16, 2017 at 14:32:14

> My birthday was actually a few weeks ago, October 29th. Since this was one of those "milestone" birthdays I was really looking forward to going away for the weekend to a hotel with a pool and hot tub and getting wet as many times as possible. I had packed several outfits to wear in the pool and was all set and ready go. Then all hell broke loose.

> First, I got sick. Nothing like being ill on your birthday. No point in going when you feel ill and just want to stay in bed. Second, my credit/debit card got hacked. I live in Maine, but someone using a California address was buying I Tunes on my account at $100 a whack. So my funds were temporarily tied up and there was no way to pay for the hotel even if I had felt up to gong. Then my elderly mother got sick and wound up spending a few days in the hospital. So, happy birthday to me.

> So, now that things have been resolved financially and my mother and I are both feeling well, it was time to "take the plunge" - literally. Wednesday is my scheduled day off, and since I have an appointment later this afternoon I decided to take all of today off as well, thus giving me a weekend in the middle of the week. I decided to go to a new hotel that I had not been to before that is not very far from home. Things didn't work out quite as planned though.

> First, when I checked in, I was assigned a room at the opposite end of the hotel from the pool area, which meant having to walk right through the lobby and past the main desk to get to the pool. Fine when heading for the pool, not so good when returning sopping wet. But I figured I'd deal with it, telling the clerk I fell in. Not a lie, I was going to fall in. It would work the first time, but what about further dips? I went to check out the pool area and there was no hot tub. There was a large pool though, and again, I would deal with it. I decided to go out to an early dinner, do a little shopping in the nearby town and return to the hotel and hurl myself into the pool.

> On my return to the hotel I immediately headed to the pool. I had on my standard black boots, belt hat and tie, a new pair of indigo Levis 505s, a new plaid shirt (purply/maroon, blue, white) and a maroon tie, and a black suit coat. When I entered the pool area there was a young man swimming in the pool with a beard and long hair. I walked over to the edge of the pool and asked the young man "How's the water?" He told me it was warm, maybe 80/85 degrees. "Really?" And as I bent down at the deep end to test the water with my hand I leaned a little to far forward and somersaulted into the pool. The entrance was a little more dramatic than I had planned, but it was effective. I was definitely wet now! I came up spluttering. The young man, shocked at first, saw I was alright and then smiled and asked, "well, how's the water?" "Actually, it's quite nice I said, standing in the pool, pretending to be upset even though I was thoroughly enjoying it. I swam to the shallow end and climbed out dripping all over the place. The young man offered me the use of his towel, but it was small. "Thanks," I said, but you'll need it when you get out." I stood on the side of the pool for a minute or two just dripping then I said,"What the heck, I'm already wet, I might as well just swim." "Might as well," the guy replied, so I jumped back in and swam around a bit more. The young man didn't say anything, did a few more laps and then exited the pool. I followed him out and sat down in one of the chairs, water cascading off me. "Would you like me to go to the front desk and get you a towel?" he asked. "Sure, that would be great!" I still wasn't sure how I was going to get through the main lobby soaking wet, but with the young man there to verify that I had fallen into the pool it might not be so bad. He returned to the pool area in a few minutes with four huge white towels. I thanked him and he left. I was expecting the desk clerk to come down and see if I was all right, but nobody came. Great, I'm gong back in the pool! So I jumped in and swam around a few more times, each climbing out and walking around the pool enjoying the sensation of the wet clothes clinging to my body, the new jeans and shirt looking awesome and feeling wonderful. Finally I took one last dip and climbed out for good. I sat down in a chair and drained the water out of my boots. I figured I would try and drip off as much as possible before heading back through the lobby. Easier said than done, as everything was totally saturated and my boots squished when I walked. So I just sat and dripped, getting up occasionally to walk around and squeeze water out of my tie and the hem of my coat. I finally took the coat off and hung it over the back of the chair. I was really pleased with the look of the new shirt and jeans. Finally it came to the point where I figured I was dry enough to walk through the lobby without leaving a small river behind me. I had taken one towel and tried to dry off my hat and boots and face. My shirt, tie and jeans were obviously wet, but no longer dripping, and my boots only squelched a little, so might as well go for it. The coat, which was the only thing still really dripping, I wrapped in the towel and tucked under my arm. I grabbed the remaining three towels, which were still dry and headed back to the room. There were five or six people in the lobby chatting, a mix of men and women. If they noticed I was wet, and they must have, they said nothing. There was no clerk at the desk. Once back in my room I unwrapped the coat, put it back on and jumped in the shower, resoaking myself. Could not have been more pleased with the effect and feel of the new shirt and jeans. Stripped, changed into dry clothes, hung all the wet things up to drip in the shower.

> My original intent was to go back to the pool later for a second swim. But when I went back there were three very young girls in the pool, their mother and an older woman, perhaps their grandmother, sitting in the chairs at the end of the pool chatting up a storm. I just didn't feel comfortable with them being there. Plus they were screaming and yelling at the tops of their lungs! I didn't want to listen to that! I checked several times later on, but they were still there, and stayed until the pool closed, still screaming and yelling. Not sure how the two women could stand it, but they were chatting up a storm of their own, oblivious to all the noise and ruckus. I went back to the room, drank a beer, read a book and went to bed.

> The pool was supposed to open at six a.m. I got up early, got dressed and headed to the pool. I put on the same black boots, belt and hat from the night before. The boots were still wet inside, but I figured they would be wetter before I was through. Put on a newer pair of Levis 501s, wet once, a brand new blue and white striped button down shirt, navy tie and new navy suit jacket. I got to the pool a little after six, but my pass card would not let me in, the door was still locked. I kept swiping it, but to no avail. The desk clerk was an older man and he was chatting with a young man in the little breakfast area who was eating a muffin and drinking coffee. I figured I would walk around a bit, go back to the room and pack up some of my stuff and return. Again, when I got back to the pool it was still locked, so I decided to just check out, drive home and jump in the shower there. Actually it was a good decision because I had more privacy, a mirror to admire my wet clothes with and plenty of time and hot water. Gotta say the new shirt and coat were fabulous looking when wet. The coat is very lightweight, and has a terrific sheen when wet, as did the shirt. Got in and out of the shower several times before finally calling it quits and drying off and changing into dry clothes. Will definitely wear that shirt and coat again for another wet episode.

> OK, my actual birthday was a bust, this trip didn't work out totally as planned, but it wasn't a total bust either. Next time I go to a hotel it will be one of the ones I know has a pool AND a hot tub and one where I don't have to traipse through the main lobby. And I will definitely take my new blue shirt and coat with me.

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