I was unaware that Rehab could be so scandalous. And so loud.
Of course I’m talking about Rehab Sundays at Hard Rock Hotel. I had my first Rehab Sunday experience this year at the end of April. Never before have I seen so many non-swimsuits-posing-as-bathing-suits at one pool. Here’s a tip…If it looks like string wrapped around your body…it is. This does not make it a bathing suit, even if it is waterproof string.
One of the girls with me (who was wearing an actual bathing suit) wanted more of the women to trip. Her logic–we were at a pool, on uneven stone. There was no need for anyone to be wearing four inch stiletto heels. If someone decided on such footwear, they deserved to trip. And she was prepared to laugh at them.
Of course, most of the people that showed up in such “costumes” were hoping to get caught on the DMX video that was being shot. Hey, more power to you. We all need our fifteen minutes of fame. Or fifteen seconds, whatever. And if wearing neon yellow dental floss is your way of getting there, then so be it.
The day got funnier (and more tolerable) the more water-bottle-sized drinks that we consumed. At that point, the pool seemed less disgusting (it wasn’t), the outfits just got downright funny and the fact that women were giving lap dances pool side, well, that was tragically funny.
So, I’ve done Rehab once. It’s an annual event for my friends. It’ll take at least a year for me to recover.
Maybe longer.
