people have bad taste in tattoos.

 Today I had scheduled a walk to Walking Purchase park. As has been the case the last 6 weeks or so. Nobody came. Shocking, huh? Since the meeting place was my house, I at least didn't have to drive to walk alone. Actually, I just walked in the hood.

This afternoon I went to Slide The City. It was a giant slip and slide down the Ott street hill. It turns out Lydia was registered also.

They gave us an inner tube. I couldn't blow it up. I thought maybe I had weak lungs, but few people were having success. Thank goodness there was someone with an air pump. The line was only about 12 people, but it took a good half hour. Each person had multiple tubes.

The lines everywhere were long. The slide was at the top of the hill. The line went all the way up the hill, and the part way down. The up was a good half hour, the down maybe 10 minutes. The actual ride, maybe a minute.

I had a three ride pass (it was free) but it wasn't worth the wait to go again. The sun was hot and there was no shade anywhere. I remember why I don't go to water or amusement parks. That fun to wait ratio is way out of whack.

I had a good time. If it was a 15 minute line I would have done it the last two time. Lyd is recovering from a migrane, and had a panic attack at the top. She did not have fun.

Standing in line that long gives you a lot of time to people watch. (And be judgmental and snarky.) Especially somewhere where people are mostly naked. I saw a lot of really bad tattoos today. The worse were the collections that didn't even go together. Body art can be beautiful. But for the most part, this wasn't.

There is also a point where the bikini needs to be replaced by a two-piece. Just saying. If your muffin top is hanging over the bikini bottom, you need more fabric. You'll look sexier too. That's important standing almost naked out on Ott street.

Me, I wore that "stained glass" top I got for the Biggest Loser Half, and the shorts I bought for my nieces pole dancing studio workshop. As covered as possible.

I also wore my new pink water shoes I got at 5 Below. With all the walking I did I understand why I spent much more on my old ones that died last year. They were about 10. These had not even a hint of support. And when I pulled my feet out the innersole came with it. Clearly a case of you get what you  pay for.  But I need them once, twice a year. They'll be fine.

Tomorrow I'm walking form the Forks of the Delaware to Wy Hit Tuk Park and back. Lydia might come. But I won't let myself count on it.