Freezing My Tuckus

Can you guess which job I got from my title? That's right, the swim one. My job title: middle lane swimmer. My celebrity encounter: Anne Hathaway. I'll jump right to the fun part and tell you how cute she is. Adorable! She looked a little like part I of Devil Wears Prada when I first saw her in a warm up suit and kind of messy hair. But later, even with just a speedo swimsuit, the girl is super, super stunning. So part II of Devil Wears Prada.

She's so nice too. And she talked to me! well, us as a group. Brief talk: Anne: You all look very stoic today. (I think our faces were all frozen due to the inclement weather.) And later: It's like we're all on vacation together. Me: something about us not planning a very good vacation.

Yes, six a.m. swimming in an outdoor unheated pool proved as chilly as I feared. Chill-eeee. I shivered a lot. At one point, I got a hot water bottle. It was bliss. I wasn't really that cold in the pool when we were swimming, but there was a whole lot of waiting around in wet swimsuits and damp bathrobes. Standing around in our robes, our bunch of extras, five boys and five girls, looked kind of like a group of mental patients. or misplaced spa-goers.

I'd like to say more about my wardrobe, but I'm terrified about how big parts of me could potentially look on the big screen. And it's awfully identifiable if I tell you my suit. If I refrain, I can hope that you'll think one of the twenty year olds was me.

This was funny though. They had underwater cameras filming us. I forgot and was goofy and moving all around to keep warm. A camera guy came over and asked who was wearing (suit I was wearing) and laughed as he told me he was entertained by all the dancing. I couldn't help but feel a little upskirted.