We end up having a poolside recruiting session (um, how come we never do this with the girls?). There's a lot of "meat" around. . .and a least one banana hammock. Rachel and Patti are having a blast, sipping on margaritas and checking out the dudes. I just look hot and pasty.
My co-workers ask the guys to take off their shirts a bunch of times (again, how come we never do this with the girls). . .and I end up jumping in the pool. And no, I don't have a slip 'n' slide. Wait, hmm, should I?