July 23, 2010
Grown Up Blow Up Pool
So apparently, exploiting my fellow Club 7310 Crew once today wasn’t enough, and I can’t resist the urge to do it again. So I’m going to. Right… now.
Luckily my ex-roomies are looking pretty hot in their bikinis, so hopefully they won’t be too mad about me posting this pic. But whatever. It is what it is.
Anyway, I guess now would be as good a time as any to explain exactly who/what the Club 7310 Crew is. Basically, we were the most *awesome* (ridiculous may be a more fitting word here, but whatever… we were awesomely ridiculous) roommates ever, in the best college party house of all time. Our house number was 7310, and since we were that cool, we decided to that our house wasn’t a house. It was a club. Hence, Club 7310.
The original housemates were me, my two lovely roommates pictured above, and well… Taylor. (I don’t really know how to do justice explaining him in a few sentences, so I won’t. I’ll just let y’all make your own opinions as my blog goes on.) After a year, we kicked Taylor out and got a new roommate, and that was really the *official* crew. Unfortunately, some of us have had falling outs over the years, and as I look back at our time together in that house, I don’t really know why. I mean, I do know why, as in the specific instances that added up to friendship-ruining drama, but I don’t understand why, or how, people that were once so close have to grow apart sometimes. I honestly don’t regret anything that happened between the four of us or anything that I did during the self-destruction of our foursome, but I am sorry that I let our differences be so detrimental to my friendship with one of them (pictured on the left) and that some of my other roommates don’t really speak anymore either. For now, some of us have had to go our separate ways in order to grow up and better ourselves as people, but I truly hope that someday the Club 7310 Crew will all be able to sit down together and have it be like old times. But only time will tell.
But yeah. So… I got a little sidetracked there, but like I said about Taylor… I’m sure you’ll get filled in on all these details over time, and you’ll just have to keep reading. But anyway, you’re probably wondering, what the hell are those girls doing in that picture? Is that a blow up pool?! And the simple answer is yes. It was the blow up pool for grown ups (it was about four feet deep), and it really *seemed* like a good idea at the time. But that lasted about a week. The picture above is when we were all excited, blowing up the pool for the first time. We were so stoked (did I really just say stoked?) that we were actually going to be able to lay out in the water that we didn’t realize how much work it was going to be. Can you believe you actually have to balance and add chemicals to that thing? Every day? Plus then you have to do the maintenance on a regular pool, like cleaning out the leaves/debris/etc. W.T.F. I thought it was going to be one of those “just add water” things, and it would be cool.
But sadly not. Our “pool” lasted for about two weeks, and then ended up turning into our own private swamp and we had to throw it out. So. Nasty. But yeah. Probably not one of our *best* ideas of all time… but whatever. It was fun while it lasted.

sunnydelyte21 said,
July 23, 2010 at 3:32 pm
Lol…love it!! We had a club at a house before…long story!
I love the fact that yall was in the pool without water.. I don’t judge.
Stoked?? We are so breaking up for that…lol
Great Post
confessionsofacollegegraduate said,
July 23, 2010 at 3:51 pm
LOL, thanks girl! And I really am sorry about using stoked… I almost broke up with myself for that too, so I don’t blame you!
But seriously, please don’t leave me.
sunnydelyte21 said,
July 26, 2010 at 2:59 pm
LOL…you almost broke up with yourself?
I’m here
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