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.