Day 2: The pool...

When I woke up David was still asleep so i decided to do some accounting David's father had left for us to do. Then I sat down and played COD Black Ops 2 for a bit until David awoke. After that David and I played COD for a bit until we decided to go to the pool. I didn't have any swimmers for the pool so David and I stopped by Vinnes to buy some. I bought these wonderful Billabong board shorts for $4. God love Vinnes. After that we went over to David's fathers work so we could get some money for the pool. After that we headed over to the pool and went for a swim. the pool was so warm :D After that we headed to the spa. The spa was twice as hot as the pool and the lap pool was the coldest of the inside pools. so we decided to do heat contrast. we did 20 seconds in each COLD POOL - SPA - COLD POOL - SAUNA - COLD POOL - STEAM ROOM - COLD POOL - SPA. the we stayed in the spa until the guy who worked there told us we had to pay extra to get to use the spa. so we went into the whirlpool again. David and I decided we would role play for a bit so we were pretending the current was taking us and holding on to the edge of the pool while he held on to my leg, being over dramatic, when all of the sudden this little fat Muslim kid started hitting my hand off the edge of the pool. it didn't feel like much so i just kept it there, minding my own business. And all the sudden he jumped on my back and started to claw at me! He was scratching my whole body. He even broke the skin. I now have scratches all over my body. So David and I decided to run away. It was the sensible thing to do. But when he started catching up I started saying "NO HABBIBI!! NOO!!"... now it wasn't because he was Muslim I said it... It was just what came out. so I'm not racist. I would of said it if he was English for all i care. But anyway this random girl who knew him came out of no where and said (in like a snobby bitchy 7 year old voice) "His name is not Habbibi". So David said "well what is it then??". She then said "not telling". So i was like in my Italian accent "Nottelli? ohh Nottelli! i have a cousin named Nottelli!". Which then made her angry and she was like "NO IM NOT TELLING!!!". Meanwhile during all of this Nottelli was harassing other kids. The girl eventually just gave in and told us his name was Eli. But we didn't care. To us his name is Nottelli... After that we headed back to David's Father's work to use the internet. After that i got home and cooked us all Spaghetti Bolognese (that being David, His father and me). After that we watched TV and went to bed.