Saturday Mornings are for Mimosas and Brunch

Back to Saturday morning

Oh, I have so missed the sun. I mean this trip was absolutely the best idea ever. Its already freezing in Chicago, but not here. Sunbathing next to the pool while trying to recuperate from the previous night's dinner/ gambling extravaganza was an excellent idea on my part. I could care less where I am supposed to be right now. I think there was something about a breakfast buffet on the list of activities, but those boys can have fun with that. Pool side service has already brought me the fruit and pastry that I wanted, so I am all good. I take a sip from the drink that the absolutely gorgeous waiter brought me. I mean I never realized that people could be this good looking. I was paying more attention to making sure my drink made it safely back to the table beside my chair to pay attention to who sat down next to me.

"Looks like I wasn't the only one with this idea."

Adam is now reclined back in the chair next to me with his sunglasses on and his towel draped over the back of the chair. Speaking of gorgeous people. I should not be thinking that. Did he really have to pick the chair next to mine? I look around the pool and there are quite a few people out this morning, but there were plenty of open options. I look back to him and just nod my head.

"I guess not. You not taking advantage of the buffet?"

"I can think of much better ways to spend my time."

"Like laying out by the pool next to your ex fiancé?"

Adam tilts his head down to look at me over the edge of the frames.

"Well, when you phrase it like that it sounds bad. Maybe I should change seats."

"I'm sorry. I guess this is nice."

"Nice?"

"To be able to talk with you and not feel weird."

"This isn't weird?"

Ok, really? What is this? Pick a word from my sentence and make it a question.

"Well, now that you mention it. Talking to my ex fiancé by a pool when we are both half naked I guess would be a bit weird, but you know….the truce and all."

"That's right. I'll get this round. Mimosa?"

I look at the glass of plain OJ next to me and figure champagne could only make it better.

"Why not? I wasn't exactly planning on being nice to my liver this weekend."

Adam smiles and then laughs.

"Oh, this is going to be a good weekend."

He raises his hand to the waiter passing by and we start our morning out right. Or wrong. Depending on your point of view.

Post note: Oh, its right. Trust me its right. :)