Thanks for visiting. I'm a recent transplant to the Boston Massachusetts area, living with my boyfriend while he completes his MBA. I'm originally from Utah, I like Apple, FileMaker, writing about my feelings, and eating edamame.
I haven’t been to QUAC this entire year because I seriously cannot imagine willfully dunking myself into cold water during the winter. If I didn’t think I’d get fired, I would only shower every three to four days; or as long as my Old Spice Red Zone deodorant kept me smelling like a Ocean Reef.
Other reasons for not participating in QUAC include a roll of fat on my stomach that I gained after the Christmas season and many, many Crown Burgers. Squeezing into a Speedo isn’t nearly as fun when the most notable feature about your body is the amount of fat that hangs over your waistline.
This weekend was the Ski and Swim weekend that was being hosted by QUAC. I didn’t sign up because of my lack of involvement, but I did go to see an ice skating show on Saturday called the “Quacapades”, expecting to see many men in Speedos. SML and I sat on the side of the rink giggling in the chill weather for over an hour waiting for speedo-clad men to twirl on the ice sheet in what I was hoping would be like an ice-skating choreographed version of Fantasia.
Eventually, QUAC performed on the ice something that was a mix between Big Love and Queer as Folk, with a funky Warren Jeffs leading the pack of Mormon gypsies. It was funny, I guess. But I was expecting Speedos. Which really is just another reason to start swimming again.