Shrinkage

My apartment complex has a pool, which I had never used before. Yesterday, I found out exactly why. The end of summer is fast approaching and my roommate, Andrew, and I decided that we should go swimming before summer was over. Mind you, we didn't make this decision in the middle of the afternoon when it was sunny and hot. No, No, we made this decision at 6pm when the sky had clouded over and the temperature had dropped precipitously.

We jumped in and were immediately clutched at by the icy hand of death. Somehow we managed to convince ourselves that, "we would get used to it" and "it wasn't so bad if you kept moving." After about twenty minutes, those excuses weren't holding any water when Andrew noticed that I was shaking uncontrolably.

As we were drying off, Andrew realized that large patches of his body were numb when he couldn't feel the towel on his skin. It wasn't until I was under a stream of hot water that I looked at my hands and noticed that they were blue and purple. All in all, I think we made a good decision.

In other news, due to some sort of exit poll mishap, the contest for "Best Mustache" is now locked-up at four apiece for the Kaiser, the Fuhrer and the PI. As soon as this deadlock is broken, a winner will be declared. So vote early and vote often.