i just had the strangest afternoon.
i was having lunch with a friend of mine and we were talking about people whom she had dated. and in the course of the conversation she mentioned an ex-boyfriend of hers who has a rooftop pool as part of his manhattan apartment. and my eyes must’ve lit up, cos she got on the phone and called him up and we went over to his house and spent the afternoon swimming on the 20th floor of his building, overlooking all of manhattan.
i hadn’t been swimming once this year, so it felt amazing to jump naked into the water. especially amazing with the skyline stretched before us. how very strange, huh. it almost felt wrong, somehow, being suspended a few hundred feet above the city in a beautiful pool in the warm autumn sunlight.
so now i have that nice post-chlorinated red-eye feeling. yes, i’m an idiot, i always swim with my eyes open. it’s much better to have burning eyes and be able to look around underwater than to keep your eyes closed and not see anything. right?
just imagine, a private pool as a part of your apartment…and on the roof… it was a really nice way to get my mind off of the tragedy. and you have to admit that swimming naked is one of the best feelings in the whole world.
-moby