Well, as an adult anyway. We’ve all done it when we are like 16, right?
But not usually when you are 39 and attending a fancy schmancy evening out with about 80 local social media experts and promoting a good cause and tasting wine and sampling bruschetta.
I mean that’s how it started and all.
But the crowd started to dwindle, as it does, and we remaining ladies tiptoed our way up to the rooftop pool at the Warwick hotel in Denver. I mean, who doesn’t want to hang out by a warm pool on a fine summer evening with a bunch of awesome women?
Until Jyl and I started triple dog daring each other to jump in.
In our clothes.
The folks from the Warwick thought we were kidding.
ALL I CAN SAY IS THIS: THANK GOD FOR HEATED POOLS.
In case you are wondering, Heather from A Mama’s Blog‘s hair has never looked more awesome than in that moment.
And what else is there to do when you are swimming in a rooftop pool with all your clothes on?
Can you pee your pants laughing in a pool?
Don’t answer that.
Finally, the wonderful folks from the Warwick came up to check on us. Most certainly to make sure we weren’t drunk. (Nope. Just lunatics.) Once they ascertained we had control of all our facilities (ignore my question about peeing my pants for just a minute), they then wrapped us up in towels and sent us on our merry way. Whew. Seriously. I haven’t laughed that hard in a while.
Thanks again to everyone for such a fun night, and if you want to see the full scoop, here are all my photos, and here are all Amy Crunchy Domestic Goddess’ photos.