On The Mosquito Population of Woodcliff Lake

I went swimming at Rob's house last night. Rob wasn't there, but his brother said we could use his pool. So, Dan, Jess, Joanna (who doesn't yet, to my knowledge, have a "blog") and I had fun without him.

We played two-on-two basketball, first guys vs. girls (Dan and I played on our knees, and lost), then Dan and Joanna vs. Jess and me. Dan gave me a bloody nose because He Is Hardcore ("What the hell is the matter with you, Focker?!"). Dan and I also played HORSE twice, and I'm sure I won the first game by a comfortable margin, but I can't recall who won the second.

After the festivities, as Dan and the Js tried to decide where to eat dinner, we stood outside the pool for about ten minutes. In that span, I was bitten by mosquitoes no less than twelve times: eight times on my legs, twice on my arms, and twice on my motherfucking face. I didn't even realize I had the last two until a few minutes ago, when I shaved for the first time in a week.

Amanda, please say it won't be this bad next week. Please?

July 09, 2003 - 09:52 PM