When I was in Savannah this past February, one of the highlights was the rooftop bar at the Perry Lane Hotel. It was sweater weather then, so the adjoining rooftop hotel pool was empty, but I was charmed. Despite not being someone who typically likes to spend a ton of money on vacation lodgings, I decided then and there that this summer, I wanted to splurge. I wanted to pay more money than I’d ever spent on a hotel to sit by this bougie rooftop pool one Sunday and pretend to live in a different tax bracket. Two weeks ago, I made that my reality.
It was glorious.
However, that’s not what I’m here to talk about today. I’ll be covering said Savannah trip in a future post. What I’m here to talk about today might be the highlight of that trip…and maybe even this year, truly one of the strangest things I’ve seen in a long time.
I woke up early Sunday and parked my ass at the pool around 10:00 AM. I had the place to myself for the first hour or so, but eventually, it started filling up, and a couple took their place in the pair of chairs directly to my left. They were older—probably mid-50s—with the taut, tanned bodies that come with the tax bracket I was cosplaying. It seemed like a new relationship—in my head, they’d met on some Caribbean island the weekend prior and decided to just go with the flow and take his boat north (he had big boat-guy energy—she had big dates-for-bank-accounts vibes), but like, they also could’ve been well-to-do accountants from Ohio.
This couple arrived at the pool just as the pool attendant came around with the first round of complimentary mimosas (I told you I was living large), and after finishing their drinks rather quickly (no judgment…mine was already gone), started to collect their things and go. That’s when the woman did the wildest thing I might’ve seen this year (or, like, in several years, to be honest).
She picked up her empty, plastic, disposable mimosa cup, walked over to the pool, leaned over, filled it with pool water…and chugged it.
Her partner looked over at her and smiled, but not like, a what-the-fuck-did-you-just-do-smile, just a normal I’m-happy-to-be-here-right-now-with-you-because-I-might-be-in-love-smile. She smiled back and quipped, “I fucking love pool water.” He laughed. They then collected their things and left as if what she did was perfectly normal.
When the pool attendant returned with the second round of complimentary mimosas a little while later, we shared what had occurred.
“Babies pee in there,” was her perfectly normal response.
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