Labor Day pool parties signal that summer is coming to an end.
Grilled brats and hamburgers, chips, homemade salsa, and a watermelon filled with vodka are what’s on our friend’s picnic-table.
Oiled-bodies bobbing in the water, with bikinis that are a little too small from a summer of too much drinking and not enough exercise leave some of the girls constantly adjusting their tops and bottoms to avoid a wardrobe malfunction.
Guys with bad tattoos slam beer at record pace, while the sun slips away in the western sky effectively closing the pool, as summer comes to an end.
(BTW, this is my 200th post. If I stick to my daily project, by this time next year, I will have over 500.)