Seriously. It's 28℉ out there right now with snow flurries going on, and there are people getting drunk in the hot tub.
It's unusual to see them venture out there during the day; normally this only happens after dark.
Last night (with the temperature again in the mid 20s):
Ben: "There are people down in the fucking hot tub!"
Me: "Don't you mean, 'There are people down in the hot tub fucking?'"
One friend has suggested a name for the…solution…that the tub is filled with after a typical night: egg drop soup, but personally, when there are only guys down there and the jets are on full blast I prefer "Santorum Souffle."
Ugh.
well, that is an 'etch a sketch' moment !
The last time I sat in a hot tub was 1981. And I don't miss it one bit.