I used to tell people (this is also in the context of noticing, over the years, my increasing tendency to organize my thoughts into neatly packaged anecdotes – a suspicious tendency, but useful at parties, if a bit artificial) that, before I moved to LA, I knew what it was like to relax over a drink, and I knew what it was like to relax around the pool; but I hadn't known that drinking around a pool is a multiplicative not an additive function.
Okay, I didn't say it that way – I said they multiply each other instead of adding, so that essentially drinking around the pool is relaxation, squared.
Some years later, in a relaxed gay resort on Gran Canaria, I discovered that drinking around the pool, naked, is relaxation cubed.
A hot bath with spirits is in the same ballpark: no sun or pretty men to watch, but still....
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