Saturday, we went to the festivities at our local club. Let me say right here that we had a great time. I didn’t want to come home. We talked on the way back about trying to get a place there so we could stay. We could have camped, but didn’t bring our stuff.
World record skinny-dip
The main event was, of course the world record skinny-dip. Our club is small and so I think the best we have ever done was about one hundred fifty. The weather here Saturday was not the most promising, with dark foreboding black clouds and temps in the seventies.
Turn out wasn’t the best.
We managed to get one hundred and ten in the pool. While we waited for the camera man to get set up we were batting three big beach balls around. The wind was blowing hard enough that somebody had to keep getting out of the pool to retrieve them. I don’t know about anybody else, but I was having a great time. The water was warm and there was great conversation when you weren’t getting hit with a beach ball.
The only bummer was that the luau didn’t include any vegetarian options so we had to bring what we would eat and that meant that we were away from the fun for a bit stuffing our faces.
We met a couple and started talking with them. It was great conversation and we came away feeling like we had new friends. The woman loves the sauna and so do I so we sat in there and sweated away, talking about all kinds of things. Her partner and mine sat by the pool, where they didn’t feel like they were being roasted alive, and talked about how silly we were. At least that’s what I suspect!
They invited us to dinner, but we were going to the renaissance fair the next day and knew that we really needed to head home. Of course we also missed the dance. I would have loved to stay, but home and bed were calling me.
One thing about the day made me wonder and we talked about it on the way home. Several people refused to get in the pool for the skinny-dip and some that did, turned around when the picture was taken. I do understand about having some fear of others discovering that you are a nudist. I had a job once that I was not anxious to have them find out about me.
The thing that makes me wonder a bit is how will we ever bring nudism out of the closet if we never own up to it? There has never been a group of people that wanted to be seen as viable parts of society that didn’t have to finally stand up and say, “I’m here and I’m proud of it.” Think of African Americans in the sixties. think of gays in the last ten years or so. We will never become recognized and a healthy part of society as long as we hang back or hide in the closet.