Keeping up with the Jones's

I have the luxury of having Chris stay with me for a week while he is doing some prospecting here in KC for his job. So Saturday we decided we wanted to do something extra fun- our choices were either a fun filled day at a child packed Schlitterbahn (a water park), or an alcohol filled day at the Jones Rooftop pool in P&L. Should we surround ourselves by children or Affliction guys/Bebe girls? We made the wrong decision. Perhaps its because of the return of the Real Housewives of New Jersey or maybe it's the Ed Hardy swim bag I've been wanting (lie), for whatever reason we chose to go to the Jones. Upon entering the pool I instantly realized I had forgotten to wear 3 essential Jones pool attire- stilettos, gold jewelry and fake boobies. The friends Chris and I were meeting weren't there yet so for the first ten minutes we awkwardly hovered in a corner feeling very un tatooed and un siliconed. I also noticed I was the only one who brought my own brightly colored sunglasses and flip flop decorated beach towel, I tried to stuff it deeper into my bag thanking God I didn't bring my raft to float on as I originally intended. The moment reminded me way too much of SB 2007 in Acapulco when Kate, Tye, Steph and I ventured off not realizing Acapulco was the #1 spring break destination of the entire Jersey Shoreline. We were the only girls not wearing Dior heels and Gucci belly chains, we were also the only ones on the beach who chose to purchase inner tubes rather than tequila so we could play in the enormous waves with the local children. But that's another story.
Anywho, Jeni and Hunter finally arrived and we were able to start living the VIP life in our reserved cabana. Now I don't know if it was the heat, or the mass amount of techno music, or heck, it could have even been the alititude, I mean we were quite a few stories in the air, but I started to get sick. It certainly had nothing to do with the 3 bottles of champagne, regardless, my Jones pool day started slipping away from me. The sun had not even set before Chris and I were politely asked to leave,apparently the Jones Pool is not a flip/canon ball friendly pool- something Chris learned the hard way. I also was not feeling exceptionally well... So a $1500 bar tab later, broken Raybans, and one lost beach towel, we were both fast asleep by 9 p.m. on Saturday night. I knew we should have gone to Schlitterbahn.