Sex is 15 Minutes, Pride is Forever

Aaaaaaaaand I'm back. So where do I begin about discussing the trip to Paris? There's actually bets being taken on what GCC will discuss first. I figured I'd first touch on an overall theme of the week in Paris, then break it down day-by-day as I have time. But the theme: Sex is 15 Minutes, Pride is Forever. As you will see it applies on many levels.


Apparently I had rather large shoes to fill at this year's IGLA, being the team newbie, relatively young (for IGLA standards), and not grotesquely overweight (except by The Imelda's standards), I was wagered to win the "Team Award," which I believe is being renamed after our former teammate who has left us for the Atlanta Rainbow Trout. I guess the best way to describe the qualifications for the "Team Award" is that it is given to the swimmer who best exemplifies the spirit of inter-squad camaraderie, networking, and bonding. I, however, did not meet these qualifications (this year). And why? TEAM PRIDE! Granted, there were some uber hotties there, who I would gladly "switch sides" for, particularly on the Paris team. mmmm...pastry flavored Paris boys. But that aside, who wants to spend $2500 on traveling to Paris to swim, but then do shitty? Well...one of our teammates (who will go unnamed).


I did, however, have my first sexual experience with a cruising bar called "Le Depot." I think that in this case, "cruising" is a complete euphemism. Before arriving, I pictured in my head the good ole days of walking the hallway at The Heretic in Atlanta...dark halls (but still somewhat light), men groping each other lightly (or as they called it "petting" in sex-ed), the occasional hand-job, etc. Nope, not this place. Full on fuckin in littly cubbie holes. Let's just say I got my free drink and left after 15 minutes. The whole time I was huddled in the center of the room, backs to my teammates, in a battle-ready position, watching the porn on the tv's of course (hey, it had been a week). Amazingly, there were some hotties there too.

Alas, I have returned to DC still sexless, light in the wallet, probably 10lbs heavier from all the bread, but with more team spirit and pride than when I left DC!