141 seconds of late night pool mayhem

We went down to Doylestown, PA for the funeral a few weeks ago. All of the hotels near town were booked so we ended up staying at the Staybridge Suites in Montgomeryville. We didn’t have a lot of extra time, but Pops pointed out that the hotel had a pool and suggested we bring suits. After a long drive down, we checked in and the front desk mentioned that the pool was open until 11:00pm. Otis was full of energy, ready for a dip and, as it turned out, every other kid in the hotel (including an entire boys lacrosse team) had the same idea.

Whatever Crank-Lloyd-Wright genius designed the place thought it would be good to put the pool in its own little cathedral-like pavilion. Not to sound like a curmudgeonly old fart, but the sound inside was deafening. We went to get dinner and left Otis with his grandparents. One of them (the real curmudgeonly old fart) attempted to protect his own hearing by stuffing wadded up pieces of toilet paper in his ears.