Sometimes Less Is More At A "Pool Party"

Moi was recently invited to attend a “pool party“. So you can imagine the ideas that were buzzing in my ever so creative and divinely mind! I had to look smashing for it!

Naturally I thought of going totally Greek god like, then the idea came to me to go overboard a bit with body paint and have a ocean scene painted on my back, but then if I dipped into the pool the paint would be washed away.

So after looking at about 50 different swim suits, 75 wigs, 100 pairs of flip-flops, and 374 tubes of lip gloss I finally made my choice. Thankfully I had 3 days to prepare.

Let’s just say this, sometimes less is more!

Prior to leaving for the “pool party” Moi thought a few opinions on my outfit for the event would be ideal. So I strutted myself outside onto the 3 tier deck that overlooked a sweeping view of the countryside and of the pool. Everyone was there, Tulips, Big Daddy, the boys and a few other people. Everyone was frolicking in the sun and the water, they were happy and gay(well not all of them, LOL) and I walked down the stairs and stood at the pool steps. Right away there was a camera flashing! I was given 2 thumbs up, or more like to 4’s. You see our family friend, Johnny was born without thumbs, hence the name Johnny No Thumbs, and when he gave you a five, he was actually giving you a four, so I guess 8 out of 10 is great!

Anyways…

I left and made my way to the “pool party” which I must say, when I got to the address that I was given, Moi was a bit perplexed, but thought “have an open mind Divine Man.” There was a sign on the very large doors which read “bell out of order please flash your tata’s” well I was already exposing them, due to my outfit and so I stood there shaking my chest and squeezing them together pretending to smash a beer can in between them.

Within a few seconds a man came to the door, he was wearing all leather, his beard was down to his 3^rd chin, his belly was…well rather bustling at the seams, and he took me by the arm and threw me up over his shoulder and carried me into the where all the action was.

As he put me down and I turned around, I was just so stunned. I mean stunned is not even the correct term to use, I was just so blown away(which I had the feeling a few wanted to do to me) and then I spotted my new friend that had invited me to come. I asked him why everyone else was wearing leather? And black boots, and why there was hard rock blasting from the pipes, and what was with all the beer? He then escorted me through the crowded room to a sealed doorway. On the other side of the doorway was a pool hall where his GF Big B. Bonnie was competing for the title: The Mid-west Pool Player of the Year!
I asked my friend why he had invited me to come to a “pool party” and felt no need for explanation as to what kind of “pool party” it was? He smiled and said: well we did meet in a leather/pool bar?

Turns out Big B. Bonnie won!

And Moi was the life of the party. Everyone took turns having Moi ride around on their shoulders, I taught them all the “Thriller” dance, and showed them how to make loin cloths out of their leather wears.
　
Just because a word is spelled the same, looks the same, it does not always mean the same thing.