August 18, 2010

Say it Ain’t So!

Posted in Family, Funny, Life, Relationships, Sex, What The F? tagged , , , , , , , , , at 3:00 pm by confessionsofacollegegraduate

While I hope you’ve been enjoying my college flashbacks as of late, I have to take a little break from the blog norm today to give you the goods on what’s going on in my *real* life. And I don’t even really know how to gracefully lead into this, so I guess I’ll just have to go ahead and spit (type?) it out.

My. Cousin. Is. Engaged.

I know most of you are probably thinking, “Oh my God, how exciting! You must be so happy for her!”, but… you obviously don’t know her. Or maybe I really am just that horrible of a cousin, because that’s not how I feel at all. But to be fair though, my other cousin (her brother) recently got engaged too, and I really am happy for him. But her? I’m just more at a loss for words. Which doesn’t happen often and is making me extremely uncomfortable.

Anyway, my cousin and I are a little less than a month apart, and for some reason, everything between the two of us has always been a little competitive. I like to think that I usually win though, so it’s never really been much of an issue for me, and things have been cool(?). But that was before this.

Until now, she had never had a boyfriend before, and she’s only been dating this guy for 3-4 months. But she’s religious, and a virgin, so instead of having sex like most people, they decided to get engaged. What. The. Fuck. And like, whatever, it is what it is, but I just feel like she deliberately went out of her way to rub it in my face that she’s engaged, and I’m not. And the cherry on top? She told me not to worry because she was sure that I’d be next. Excuse me? Next of who? (Out of all of my cousins, one of my brothers and I are the only two that aren’t engaged/married, and I highly doubt that he will ever get engaged, so…) I mean, I know I would probably be the *rational* choice of who would be engaged “next” seeing as how I’ve been exclusive with my boyfriend for almost four fucking years (in case anyone forgot that little rant, it’s here). But really? You know so much about relationships and life in general that I should really take your word for when I’m going to be engaged? Give me a fucking break.

And oh yeah, I forgot. They’re getting married the weekend after my 25th birthday (in May), so way to steal that thunder too.


August 16, 2010

The Final Straw

Posted in Awkward Moments, College, Freshman Year, Friends, Funny, Mongo, What The F? tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 1:07 pm by confessionsofacollegegraduate

Even with all the embarrassment and annoyance that Mongo caused me our first semester, I still tried to be nice and let her tag along with me on some of my nights out… even on my most anticipated night of the semester, the Rilo Kiley concert at Howlin’ Wolf. (For those of you who aren’t familiar with their music, you should check them out here.) After all, we did have good musical taste in common, and I figured that even she couldn’t turn a Rilo Kiley show into a bad time. But of course, she did.

The Elected and Tilly and the Wall were both set to open, and the night was off to a good start. We had a great atmosphere, delicious drinks, and were about to have some incredible live music too… so what could possibly go wrong?

Well, I guess it all started because, me being me, I decided that pushing our way up to the front and center of the stage like common folk just wasn’t good enough. But getting backstage? That was definitely more my speed. And everyone likes a challenge, right? So anyway, I found the perfect in, and I took it… with Mongo in tow. I got us backstage just in time to make an impression before the bands had to perform and even managed to snag us an after party invite from the Rilo Kiley drummer himself. Yes, I really am *that* awesome. But once I accomplished that mission, we rejoined the rest of crowd out in the main area for the performances.

As expected, the show was insane. And afterwards, we went backstage again, no problem. I was having the time of my life hanging out and partying with the bands, and we even got to chill on their tour bus for a bit after the bar wound down. We were having fun, playing video games (totally random, right?) and bullshitting, and Mongo had a typical freak out session. For no apparent  reason, she said that we had to leave, right then, and like any normal person in my position, I told her no. She stormed off alone, and I went on my merry way for the evening.

A few hours later, I hailed a cab and headed back to the dorm. At that point, I happened to check my phone and saw that I had a text message from Mongo saying that she hoped that I was happy, that I was a total bitch, and that she threw my t-shirt and autographed posters into the gutter somewhere. Um yeah… I was pissed… but thankfully the sweet drummer called me a few minutes later to see if I had made it home OK, and I told him what happened, and he ended up sending me a box full of Rilo Kiley stuff a week or so later.

But anyway, I finally get back to the dorm, and see that not only had Mongo trashed my stuff, but she had also left me a really thoughtful message on the marker board on our door. It went something like:

“Fuck you, you stupid bitch. You need to move out. I don’t care where you go or what happens to you, but I don’t want to live with you anymore. Don’t be here when I wake up, or you won’t want to see what happens. You can get your stuff later when I’m in class. Love, Roomie”

See, I told you she was psycho… but yeah. I didn’t – or couldn’t – move out, seeing as how freshmen were required to live on campus, but I did crash with CT and BR for a few days. And when I did run into Mongo after that? She asked where I’d been and wanted to go right back into being the eternal thorn in my side that she’d been for months. Yeah… What. The. Fuck. Needless to say, that was the last time that I went out of my way to try and include her in anything, and I spent the rest of my freshmen year sneaking into other people’s rooms to get ready to go out so that she couldn’t try and crash again.

August 13, 2010

Mongo’s Infamous RDI

Posted in Awkward Moments, College, Freshman Year, Funny, Mongo, What The F? tagged , , , , , , , , , , at 3:36 pm by confessionsofacollegegraduate

A few weeks after I met CT and BR, Mongo was still pretty much following me around everywhere, and so all of my new friends had to put up with her if they wanted to hang out with me. (Lame, right?) But anyway, one night, a few of us had gone out bar hopping, and Mongo was throwing her typical temper tantrum because we “weren’t paying enough attention to her”. For whatever reason, instead of letting her get pissy and storm off (as usual), I decided to make it my mission to find a mildly attractive boy for her to talk to so she wouldn’t make a scene (again, as usual).

And I lucked out. As I was making my rounds at the bar, I saw this cute boy, B, that I had kind of met before… and he had a friend with him. I provided the introductions, and Mongo was surprisingly into it. After a while, the rest of my friends were ready to move on to the next spot, but I decided to be nice and stay with Mongo so that she could hang out with this guy that she seemed to be interested in. (Because, as shallow as it sounds, I knew that the guy would have ditched her if he wasn’t still trying to play wingman for B with me.)

So eventually the four of us ended up leaving the bar to head out dancing, and as we were walking to the car, Mongo fell. I was totally embarrassed for her, so I tried to help her play it off as no big deal. She kept insisting that her foot really hurt, but I of course, was working my ass off to convince her otherwise and keep some of her dignity intact. And – I’m not sure if it was alcohol-induced or what – but she finally agreed that it wasn’t too bad, and we got on with the night.

We went out dancing for a few hours, and then went back over to B/other boy (who was apparently his roommate)’s house for a few more drinks. Not that we needed them. Mongo ended up drawing palm trees all over these poor boys’ mantel (in their rented house), and I threw up in a cup on the coffee table. See, I *told* you we didn’t need a few more drinks.

Anyway, it was around 8:00 A.M. when B took us back to the dorms (and I had a plastic grocery bag looped over my ears to keep it close to my face for “motion sickness”), and we saw some of our dorm-mates leaving for class. One of them, S, looked at us in our sloppy state, then Mongo’s foot, and asked what the hell had happened. Then, finally, as I was hysterically cracking up and trying to tell S about our night, I looked down at Mongo’s foot. She had a blood-soaked sock covering one of her sandaled feet, and I thought I was going to be sick. Thankfully S, the ever rational one, brought Mongo inside and sat her down to take a look.

Turns out, Mongo’s foot really *was* hurt. During the fall outside the bar, she ended up ripping her entire big toenail off (which is where the blood came from obvs, but I still have no idea about the random sock’s origins…), and her foot was completely swollen and bruised. Unfortunately for Mongo, I was about to leave for the airport to head home for the weekend, so she was going to have to get this situated on her own.

But she didn’t. I came back three days later to find her chillin’ in the bed, in the same position that I left her. I asked her what was up and why she hadn’t seen a doctor if her foot was still hurting so badly, but she said that she had just been living on the Easy Mac she had stored in a bin under her bed for the weekend while she waited on me to get back. Gee… thanks. But I of course, being the *wonderful* roommate that I was, helped her big ass to the student health center where we found out that her foot was actually broken. (A broken foot from a Random Drunken Injury… really?! Who does that?!)

And to top it off, she told her mom that she slipped on the dorm stairs walking to class in the rain.

Yeah… awesome…

August 10, 2010

Pantless in the Dorms

Posted in Awkward Moments, College, Freshman Year, Friends, Funny, Good Times, Life tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 4:02 pm by confessionsofacollegegraduate

(Before I start, I just wanted to let you know that I’ve been M.I.A. for a while because I was traveling again for work. I’ll be home for a few weeks though, so I’ll try not to leave you hangin’ like that again for a while. But anyway… back to business…)

Since things weren’t working out so well with Mongo and me, I quickly realized that I needed to branch out and get some new friends. At this point, I had hung out with some of the girls from my dorm and a few people that I had classes with, but I desperately needed some *real* friends in addition to the people that were just cool to go out and get wasted with. You know, good friends… like the kind of people who will let you borrow their clothes. And who have closets with stuff you actually want to borrow. In your size.

Anyway, a few weeks into my college experience, I faced the age old dilemma of women everywhere: nothing to wear in a closet full of clothes (which is obviously before I discovered Forever 21). So after some serious time spent trying on everything in my wardrobe, I finally decided that it was as good a time as any to venture out and find a new, non-Mongo-sized friend with good style. And apparently, I thought that was such a great idea that I rushed out of my room and didn’t *think* to put on pants. So there I am, thong and all, wandering down the hall in search of a small girl fashionista.

Luckily for me, I found a sweet pair of roommates from Connecticut (let’s call her CT) and Baton Rouge (BR) just a couple doors down. I’m not sure if they were really that nice or if they were simply in total shock to see a half-naked girl at their door, but they let me in. And it was like I hit the jackpot.

CT’s closet was full of adorable going out tops, party dresses, shoes, and accessories galore. And even though she was a good bit taller than me, we wore the same size. It was like heaven in there, and she was actually willing to loan out her stuff. So I borrowed something that night, and came back the next, and even the night after that. As I’m sure you can imagine, it was the perfect beginning to my wonderful friendships with both of them. And the rest… is history.

August 2, 2010


Posted in Awkward Moments, College, Freshman Year, Friends, Funny, Life, Mongo tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 5:59 pm by confessionsofacollegegraduate

Since I ventured out and went to college about ten hours away from my hometown, I didn’t have any friends or anyone I knew that was going there with me. And that was kind of the point. Don’t get me wrong, I love my hometown. Buuuut… I don’t exactly love the close-mindedness of a lot of the people I grew up with around here. So I had to get out. And what better place than New Orleans?

Anyway, I had opted for an all-girls dorm (which may or may not sound like fun to y’all, but the girls’ dorms were the only ones with sinks in the rooms, and to me, that was HUGE), and I was randomly assigned a roommate. But even before the big move in day, the college had given us each other’s contact information so we could “meet” on the phone. And fortunately for me, I can tell a lot about a person by their phone voice. She was a little awkward to talk to, but seemed like a nice enough girl at the time, only she sounded…. big. I know it seems crazy, but I’m a pretty small person (I’m around 5’4″ and at the time I weighed less than 110 pounds), and so I have this sixth sense where I just know what big people sound like. So anyway, I named her Mongo (though, to this day, she never knew that was her nickname).

And, you know what? I was right. I *strategically* got to the dorm first so I could pick my bed and get my stuff set up how I wanted, and in walked Mongo. She was 5’10”-ish and could have easily weighed 190 or 200 pounds. (To y’all that may not seem that big, but to a tiny ex-cheerleader, she was a beast.) And she had a really deep, masculine voice. And she could have easily kicked my ass. And looked like she would… in a heartbeat.

Yeah… not cool…

I tried *really* hard to be friends with her, but in the end, it took me less than a week to realize that we weren’t exactly compatible. It’s not just that she was big; she was borderline scary. And antisocial. And awkward. And uninvolved in college life. And she had bad style and barely wore makeup and still somehow managed to hog the mirror and the sink. So basically, we were polar opposites. And it didn’t take long for our personalities to start clashing.

Let’s Take it from the Top

Posted in College, Friends, Funny, Good Times, Life, Sex tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , at 5:10 pm by confessionsofacollegegraduate

After some serious deliberation, I’ve decided that in order for this blog to *actually* make sense to anyone who doesn’t personally know me, I’m going to have to try to start from the beginning. My freshmen year, or what I can remember of it, could probably be more accurately described as the introduction to the sloppy-fest that I called college (Remember? This is when my friends and I were drinking handles of Captain Morgan before we even went out? Yeah….that… if not, check out this post.). I think my ridiculousness peaked around the summer after sophomore year though, so leading up to that point will probably the most entertaining for y’all anyway.

But first thing’s first… how’d everyone like my guest blogger? She was good, right? I definitely remember most of that night – even though I bitched out to go and have birthday sex around 4:00 AM (but can you blame me?) – and how *hilarious* she was coming home at 9:15 AM. Wow. I’d like to take some of the credit and say that we’d just gone all out for my birthday celebration, but sadly that was just a typical night out for us. Sigh… I miss those days… but anyway, I’m sure you’ll be hearing more from her once my memories catch up to the Club 7310 days, but in the meantime you’ll just have to follow her at her blog, Laura Tries Stuff…

July 28, 2010


Posted in Awkward Moments, College, Funny, Good Times, Relationships tagged , , , , , at 11:22 am by bahamablonde

The pressure is on! Ever since K-Ron (the owner of this blog) asked me to guest post while she’s out of town, I have been wracking my brain over what to write, and I’m totally grasping at straws!

Dredging the depths of my memory to find a coherent and hopefully amusing college “confession” has proved far more difficult than I anticipated! I’m pretty sure my apparent amnesia for those 4 wonderfully liberating years can be attributed to 2 things:

  • A helluvalotta alcohol
  • A helluvalotta shame

LOL! But really, I think so many of the things that I/we (we, being Club 7310) did during our time together, were so ridiculous, I must have subconsciously blocked the memories to protect my self-esteem!

Here’s a good one:

Flash back to 2006. Actually, May 13th 2006. Yup, K-Ron’s 20th birthday; obviously a big deal. We always made a big deal out of each other’s birthdays in Club 7310, cuz hell-it was the best excuse ever to get dressed up, get wasted, go downtown and be as ridiculous as ever, all, WOOOOOO IT’S MY MUTHAFUCKIN BIRTHDAY BITCHES! Yea, it went more or less like that. Not just for the birth-day, but typically the entire birth-week!

So, where else do we end up for K-Ron’s b-day but Pat O’Brien’s on Bourbon Street. And let’s just say, we had more than a few hurricanes (if you haven’t had one, get your butt to NOLA & try one. They’re delish!) Well into the wee hours, we’re still carryin’ on, not ready to go home, and someone (hell if I can remember who) has the brilliant idea to go to Ampersand. How to explain Ampersand…? Ampersand always promises to be a ridiculously crazy night; it’s this hardcore techno/house club that is always packed, and where it seems like everyone is coked out of their minds and ready to party forever. I mean, Ampersand doesn’t even open until like 3am, so you know that’s hardcore. So we go there. Man. I need to fast track this story…

I end up meeting this (local) guy, Travis, dance, make out, exchange numbers, etc. But he gets dragged out of the club by his sis, and by this time it’s gotta be like, 7am? 8am? I really have no idea, but it’s light outside. The sun is full on up! But all I know is I’m excited (in my drunken stupor) about this guy…it must have been one of my more sensible roommates that decided it was time to go home.

Now. Let’s take a look at this picture. This is me. Hi!

what a good night looks like

This picture was taken by one of the roommates who had gone home, slept, woken up, and was making breakfast the following morning. Meanwhile, I had just walked in the door. Check the clock on the wall. 9:15. Yea, AM. What’s going on in this picture? Dirty, bare feet? Nasty. Dress strap, broken. Classy. Two nightclub wristbands still on. Awesome. Water bottle. Necessary!

And apparently, all I kept talking about was my “new boyfriend”, Travis. My roommates are all, WTF? When did Laura get a boyfriend? When we left her last night, she was def single…??

I really don’t even know how to describe what Travis became over the next few weeks. Turned out, he lived in Baton Rouge, LA, about 1.5hrs north(ish?) of NOLA. So our first “date” was him coming down to NOLA, and staying with me for the weekend. Yea, I know. You’re thinking, Sluuuuuuuuut! And really, I don’t blame you. It was def wasn’t your typical dating scheme, but hey, Club 7310 had the peeper to worry about, and I was happy to have a man in my bed for protection! (More on the peeper later…)

So, the first week or so I’m thinking I might like Travis…He assigns himself a special ring-tone on my phone. James Blunt’s “You’re Beautiful”. Sweet, right? Um, NO! Worst. Idea. Ever. “You’re beautiful” is forever ruined, not only for me, but for all of Club 7310, because that motherfucker seriously called or texted me 1,000 times a day. Good Lord! More than 4 years later, that song still makes me gag…

Then, like 2 weeks into our “relationship” (NOT what I would have called it…arrangement works better for me…) He gives me his grandmother’s diamond ring. WTF?! That’s way too serious! But he refuses to take it back! Suffice it to say, I’m totally freaked out!! Not to mention, it’s now like June, and I’m going home any day now for 2 months of summertime bliss with my real romantic interest (who is now my boyfriend of more than 3 years…but I digress)

Another week or so with Travis, and I come to find out all sorts of awesome gems about him…

  • 7 year old son he’s not supporting
  • Dishonourable discharge from the Navy
  • Estranged parents
  • Failed engagement
  • Lives with his sister
  • $3,000 in traffic tickets
  • Suspended driver’s license
  • No college degree
  • Works on a barge?
  • There’s more, but I just can’t remember…

I’d really hooked myself a keeper, huh?? Oy vay. First of all, what kind of person divulges all of this horribly, unflattering information so early in a “relationship”? (The answer, as I soon realise, is a desperate, deranged person) But I mean, I’m trying to make up my mind whether I even give a shit about you, and you tell me all this crap? Second of all, get me the hell out of here, ASAP! That is a whole mess of drama & loser-dom that I want nothing to do with!

Thusly, Travis was never heard from (actually, never responded to) again! And the bitches at Club 7310 lived happily ever after…kinda…

Bitchy? Maybe. Ridiculous? Absolutely. Entertaining? I hope so!

July 27, 2010

I’m Going Back to… NOLA!

Posted in College, Friends, Funny, Good Times, Life tagged , , , , , , , , , , , at 11:29 am by confessionsofacollegegraduate

As I kind of mentioned in this post, I went to college in New Orleans (remember, “there is absolutely no heat on earth like NOLA in August”?). And lucky for me, my company is actually headquartered there, so I get to go back from time to time and attempt to relive my glory days. But sadly, the majority of my trips are work-related, so – as I’m sure you can imagine – it’s not *exactly* the same. I’m still really looking forward to spending a few days there, and I’m sure it will be fun, but nothing can really measure up to my college years.

I know you’re all over there sitting at your computers, reading this and thinking, yeah, yeah, so what does this mean for ME? Well I know you’ll probably be devastated and might not make it through, but my blogging time is really going to suffer the rest of this week.

But… I wouldn’t just leave y’all hanging like that… and I’ll be having a wonderful guest blogger, bahamablonde, to keep you entertained while I’m gone. I know, I know. It’s not *quite* the same, but since she was one of my fellow Club 7310 Crew, I’m sure she has a few good stories up her sleeve for you. Before that though, I’ll give you a little background on how bahamablonde and I met…

It was a few months into my freshman year, and one of the girls on my floor asked me to go to a basketball game with her and some of her friends. Ms. bahamablonde was one of them, and the other was actually my other ex-roommate pictured in this post. Anyway, basketball wasn’t exactly a *big* sport at my school, and the gym was practically empty. You could, however, actually drink at the games, so I never understood why more people didn’t go. But that’s beside the point. So we were just hanging out, chatting, and enjoying (?) the game, but then we collectively decided that wasn’t good enough. We couldn’t just cheer on our team. I mean, come on… anyone can do that. So, since it was so quiet in there, we thought it would be a *great* idea to actively heckle the other players instead. And we did. For the entire season. It’s not like we were just telling these guys that they sucked or staying on the topic of basketball at all. It was more like, You suck, you ugly, big-nosed piece of shit! Your mom probably even hates looking at you!” Yeah. I told you. We were that awesome. As the games went on, we actually even became a little notorious for it and had a few other people join in with us. Come on… you know it’s cool.

And that, my wonderful readers, is how the ridiculously bitchy shit-talkers began our wonderful friendship. See… I knew you’d like her. Hope you enjoy her guest post(s)!

July 26, 2010

Ohhhh Gurl, You’re P-H-A-T

Posted in Awkward Moments, Funny, Life, What The F? tagged , , , , , , , at 4:16 pm by confessionsofacollegegraduate

Don’t worry… you haven’t gotten in a time warp back to the worst of 1995… you’ve just been transported to my trip to the mall on Friday. And yes, I’m serious.

I was just strollin’ through the mall after doing some *major* damage at Ann Taylor and The Limited, minding my own business, and I was approached. By a guy that looked like he was the wannabe version of Tupac reincarnated. Yeah. It wasn’t cute. But anyway, here’s how it went down.

Him: Hey baby, you got somethin’ for me in all those bags?

Me: Nope, sorry.

Him: Oh, it’s alright baby, it’s OK. Just do you.

*As you can imagine, there was no response from me at this point, and I just kept walking.*

Him (yelling to me as I’m walking away): Ohhhh gurl, you so fine. You’re P-H-A-T (because I clearly needed that spelled out?), pretty hot and tempting, you know what I mean?

*Close curtains, end of scene.*

But in my mind, it ended a little more like this (had I dignified him with a response, of course):

Um… yes, I’ve heard the term before and know what it means, but I didn’t realize that it had actually been used in someone’s vocabulary in the last decade or so. And yes, I’m aware that I’m attractive, and I’m not at all surprised that you think so, but does that little routine seriously work for you? Or has it ever? No? I mean, wow. That’s just *shocking* that a girl like me wouldn’t be remotely interested in you, your oversized white tee, and the whole hollering at me in the middle of the mall thing. Now do me, yourself, and every other woman in this place a favor and shut the fuck up, go get some clothes that fit, and learn how to be a semi-respectful human being. Is it really that difficult?

July 23, 2010

Grown Up Blow Up Pool

Posted in College, Friends, Funny, Good Times, Growing Up, Life, Living and Learning tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , at 2:11 pm by confessionsofacollegegraduate

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.

Yeah... we were THAT awesome...

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.

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