they finally finished the new restrooms at bicknell. not sure exactly how long it took, but it was the better part of two summers. it really had nothing to do with the toilets. i have a pretty solid no public dumping policy. it can wait until i get to the office. for me it is all about the showers. in part, to rinse the itchy salt from my shoulders and to clean the sand off my feet (even though i kinda like feeling sand between my toes as i go about my day). mainly it is to wash away as much of that soggy stale urine neoprene smell as i can. i can’t even count the times my glossy squint, exhale, grin turned to hold your breath, grimace, wink as i tried to cut off the warm flow into my wetsuit while considering if there is any fresh water in my car. it’s not like i didn’t walk right past the site enclosed by a chain link fence and think to myself, ‘don’t pee’, but as i paddle out to the line up and sit up the urge would hit me and whether i had to go or not - i’d pee freely. some days i would go another four blocks south, but typically i choose camaraderie over personal hygiene.
golf:
p.n. 1st
c.t. 2nd
d.d. 3rd
discretionary:
f.g. coordination
c.k. closest to the pin
d.f. angry bird
next up the pub crawl. some of you better check with your wife.
