I went swimming for the first time in a long time. I vaguely wondered if a person forgets how to swim. I guess it’s like riding a bike, which I also don’t know how to do anymore. I got out my swimsuit & had pretty much this exact conversation in my head:
RORY: Mom, where’s my bathing suit?
LORELAI: Uh…do you have a bathing suit?
RORY: Of course I have a bathing suit.
LORELAI: When was the last time you wore it?
RORY: I don’t remember.
LORELAI: Uh, did it involve a rubber ducky?
RORY: No…I don’t think.
RORY: My suit is fine.
LORELAI: No, sure it is. It’s nice to be able to go from the beach to the mosque without having to change.
I too still have my swimsuit from 6th grade. However, I don’t call it a bathing suit because I’m too cool for that. I guess there is one thing to be said for living in a place where the ski resorts sometimes operate in July…no swimsuits.



