Oh, you're all soooo sweet.
Thank you, girls.
God, I looked GREAT compared to some of those women!
No, that's not true. They all looked wonderful. There was only one young babe, but she smiled at me several times, so I forgave her her perfect body.
There was an absolutely enormous older woman. I think she'd been drinking previous to getting into the pool. Her bathing cap was cocked over one eye, and she looked vaguely unsteady. She was wearing a regular old bathing suit, and I figure if she can get away with it, so can I.
One elderly lady wore her big white support bra under her one-piece suit, and it was perfectly visible from the back.
There was a large young woman who kept trying to develop a personal relationship with the instructor during the class. She was crazy. She was all over the place. (My own movements were comparitively controlled.)
I worked out like crazy, and I'm hoping to be sore tomorrow. At one point, I thought I was having a heart attack, but I gamely kept at it.
India, the tank top didn't work out. It kept floating up around my neck and hitting me in the face while I was doing jumping-jacks. I ended up taking it off mid-class.
The worst part was getting out of the pool. That's when it got really messy. I flung my towel around me, and by the time I got to the showers, it was already soaked. I showered, then slopped my way to the change area. Remembered that we're supposed to dry off properly and not trail water into the change room. Too late, I was standing in this HUGE puddle of water, and slopping it around on the people either side of me who were trying to get changed for a workout in the gym. I apologized left and right, and slunk into the hair-dryer area. Thank God there was no one in there. I stood under a dryer for an eternity, then grabbed my sodden towel and shut myself in a little change booth in the corner. There's only one booth in there, and it's for losers who don't want anyone to see them in the nude. No one uses it. They just prance about butt naked.
Clovey, you were right. I should NOT have worn my underwear in there. All I had to change into was a dry pair of pale blue pants (well, they were dry until I dropped them on the floor) and a long-sleeved black shirt. I decided I'd better take off my wet underwear if I didn't want to completely embarrass myself walking to the car. I left my bra on, though. It made quite a visible mark under my otherwise dry shirt.
Oh, and Ruth, I couldn't believe it when I got out of the pool! I felt like I weighed 600 pounds!! How bizarre!
Anyhow, it was a lot of fun, and I'll do it again. I wish you'd all been there with me. It would have been a **** of a giggle to have you there.
Michelle, congratulations on the new suit! Pictures, please!
(Den, sorry about the shave job. I felt the need to fit in for once.)
Laurie, it's LOVELY not shaving under your arms! You get used to it after about two years. Honestly!
You should see me
However, I can't possibly take off my underwear. What if something happens? 
And the water is lovely, especially on a hot day! Enjoy!
