Drool Rider

I'm 42 today.  I share my birthday with a friend I used to lifeguard with in high school, Lynn P. Carlson.  She told me the "P" stands for "Pretty".

There are many fun LPC stories, but I don't have clearance from her to share.  Once, she may [or may not] have fired a bottle rocket from her butt.  Once, she may [or may not] have purposely drooled on me while we drove some guy's motorcycle.  If the latter happened, it may have looked like this...

A guy came to the pool on his motorcycle.  Kind of a "pool fly" guy -- just hung out to chat with the guards.  LPC said she knew how to drive a motorcycle and asked if she could take it for a spin.  She asked me [told me] to go with her.  We were in our guard suits, flip-flops and had towels around our waists -- no helmets.  LPC assured me she knew what she was doing, then we jerked our way out of the parking lot.  We FLEW on the motorcycle once we hit real roads.  I was terrified.  LPC was singing "Cool Rider" at the top of her lungs [from Grease II - we adored that movie] and the excessive saliva she was purposely producing unbeknownst to me, trickled back in my face.  Buckets of it.  She pretended she didn't hear me every time I screamed, "You're drooling on me!".  Our ride ended, we went back to work.  We laughed, I felt cool, and I loved that I could hang [sort-of] with LPC.  If that REALLY happened - it was fun.  I'll wait for clearance though.

One more thought on this 42nd birthday.  This is the last year I can contemplate military recruitment.  What do you think, LPC?  We could get in shape -- I love the idea of a uniform.  Oh.  Sorry, I forgot.  We were born on the same day, but darn-it, different years.  Happy Birthday, my older friend L. Pretty C.