Hottie in the Hot Tub

I went to San Diego for a few days to see my cousin Ryan who is here for some work training. He flew in Sunday night, we met up at Trent & Christy's for a while, and made plans to meet the next evening at his hotel and go swimming.

The next evening was a little cool, but there was a huge hot tub, so everyone ended up in there. At first there were a bunch of other strangers in there too, but after a while the group dwindled down until it was just the kids, Ryan, Trent, Christy, myself (dangling my feet over the side since I hadn't thought to bring a swimsuit), and a strange wrinkled old lady. The wrinkly lady made a few ill-fated attempts to join our conversation by periodically treating us to little unsolicited facts about herself. We weren't rude, just not at all encouraging.

After a while the kids were looking a little red and overheated, and had to be sent to the pool to cool off. Trent left to go watch them, and as he was leaving I was momentarily distracted by something. I was more than a little surprised to look up a few seconds after Trent left to see that the wrinkly old lady had crossed over from one side of the large hot tub to the other to claim Trent's spot right next to Ryan. She was blatantly staring at him and sipping her Bud Light, while Ryan on the other hand, had suddenly lost that "this is really nice and relaxing" look and had assumed an intensely uncomfortable look about him. I cannot overstate the disappointment I have in myself for failing to have the presence of mind to capture a picture of this on my phone. Ryan was doing everything he could to not look at the lady, but Christy and I were sitting on the other side of the hot tub and I don't think that either one of us could stop looking at her. She acted like we were all but invisible as she pelted Ryan with personal questions and tried everything she could to engage him in conversation. We did our best to run interference...okay, not true. I did nothing but sit there and watch. Christy is apparently a more compassionate person and she kept mentioning Ryan's wife and kids, and finally said something about needing to leave. Ryan left so fast that it was almost like he vanished into thin air. The wrinkly lady looked pretty shot down, and got up to reveal that she was wearing the sort of swimsuit a woman her age should never be allowed to purchase. Wrinkled cleavage. Need I say more?

That incident has been the highlight of my week thus far. I was so amused listening to Ryan note with some dismay afterwards that he got hit on, but it wasn't even flattering.

Trent and Christy had church obligations to attend to tonight, so Ryan and I went to the Mormon Battalion museum which was cool and all, but not quite as fun for me as watching Ryan squirm under the lustful gaze of the wrinkly lady. We did get this picture as a souvenir though: