I'm really glad we got to meet Wil. He's so charming I can hardly stand it.
Neighbor was a little annoyed, because here we were going off to meet another NOT A FEMME and, frankly, she's getting a little tired of all the not meeting femmes. Turns out, though, she and Wil know each, but haven't chatted for awhile. So they had a grand time shooting the shit and checking out girls.
We checked out the pool for a bit, then headed to the patio so we could people watch the street traffic. My favorite pastime!
In case you were paying attention, yes, I did say there was a pool in the club. Swimming, not billiards. Here's proof:
This guy was the only one swimming while we were there. At a certain point, he got out, wrapped a towel around his waist, took off his swim suit (the brief kind, not trunks), and then wandered off somewhere, leaving his regular shorts there on the lounge chair. EEW!
I love when plans go exactly the way you didn't plan them, and that works out better than planning would have.