(in case ya missed it)
I left you with *quite* the doozie of a cliffhanger with my observation of The Mom Suit vs. The Bikini. Let me explain, cuz I know you gotta know.
The girlfriends and I spent some quality time in the pool over Memorial Weekend. It was all I envisioned the week before, whilst walking through parking lot puddles in my flip flops during our all too frequent Portland downpours. It is June, right? I will pay for sun, y'all.
Pretty soon into the pool festivities, I noticed all four my girlfriends and I were donning our "Mom Suits"...which goes a little something like this:
Super cute, right? Totally. So we were all wearing something like this. Tankini's with the swim skirts, a.k.a.-- Mom Suits. Perfectly fine. I was peeeerfectly comfortable in my Mom Suit, hanging with my girls. Of course, there was none of this going on in the vicinity either:
However, there was a lot of that going on at my brother's house in Tucson (minus the volleyball net and the Kenny Loggins playing in the back ground).
After my girlfriend getaway weekend, I spent some time in Tucson with my brother and his wife. It was at the tail end of Memorial Weekend and he may have had a "gathering"...for three days in a row.
It was *quite* entertaining right off the bat. Basically, Top Gun central, as my brother is in the Air Force and he and his friends were living every single bit of that Top Gun stereotype, around the pool and hot tub. Nothing but Goose's and Maverick's and Iceman's eveeerywhere (including "resting" face down in the 3' x 3' patch-o-grass in his desert-ey backyard). They all had the Arizona tans, the short and tight hairdids, Iceman smiles, and were "regulation fit". Darn it.
Here's where the bikinis come in. Mixed in the ever-playing clip from Top Gun, there were also, OBVIOUSLY-10-years-younger than me,
All of a sudden my super cute Mom Suit was a potato sack. I found myself strategically positioning myself in certain ways to downplay my Mom body--crossing my legs this-a-way and that, facing the sun, not facing the sun, obsessively going between sitting on the side of the pool, the step and halfway submerged, as well as sitting and leaning back as far as I could without actually laying down to show that my stomach was *also* flat (darn bikini women). Could I be any more uncomfortable? No. I can't even remember the last time I felt like that, no doubt due to not hanging around half naked with men in uniform (or rather, not in uniform) and not having the security of my kids to
It finally occurred to me that no one could really see me through their blurry vision anyway. I probably looked a'right. For a mom. I'm just going to say that.
And honestly, I would be totally disappointed in Maverick, Iceman and Goose if errrbody was NOT doing all of the above--cuz that's what you do when you're in your twenties, single/no kiddos and are straight out of the movie Top Gun. Duh. I seriously would've had to give them the stink eye, if they were all sharing a bowl of popcorn, watching the Twilight series when I got there.
So after viewing that (beautiful) scene entirely too sober, for a couple hours, I traded in my Mom Suit/potato sack for what I now refer to as my Mom Clothes and declared I was going to leave now (Woooh, the sun makes me sleepy, does it make you sleepy? No?) and get some food, cuz apparently no one needs food when they are in their twenties (hence the bikinis). I totally forgot.
As always, the fun was good, Mom Suit vs. Bikini, and everything. And I didn't feel like death the next day. 38-year-old wisdom bonus!
Here's the brother looking just as he should: