Goggles

When I got out of the pool tonight (down one type of stroke, back another, down one type, back another, bubbles, breath, kick, arms) I noticed a pair of goggles on the bench.  I noticed another pair in the soap dish and one hanging on a towel hook.  It looked like the after math of a goggle party - all strung out in the shower room - precariously.

Tonight was a good night to swim after a weekend of eating out, drinking beers, watching derby, talking to derby skaters, bouting with a team of skaters you'd never met before, driving around Oregon (Portland to Eugene and back to Seattle), sitting in the sun, sitting on the floor, sharing your secret to eating gummy worms late at night with your best of derby friends, accidentally punching your sleep mate because you dreamt there was a lion in your apartment and the police wanted to keep her there until they arrived, seeing your Cleveland friend at the Portland bout, having sushi with your Cleveland friend when you go back to Seattle on Sunday, wishing our mothers happy mother's day in rotation on Sunday on the way home.  

It was a great weekend.  And a good evening for a swim.