"it’s not the candlelight, the writhing or the urine." I think it could be all three, actually. Bloody hilarious. Tragically relatable. Damn all inhospitable hosts, who withhold immersion therapy to their beleaguered guests!
haha may be where I'm going wrong. Thank you! I could never dreamed of it being relatable, great to meet another deprived bather. I did once take a bath by force. I'd thrown up all over a colleague's house, and before kicking me out, I asked if i could clean up. Then I started having a bath. They knocked on the door and insisted I left
I often think how god has tasked some of us with finding a new wrinkle , a small sliver of an offering that we give others, reminding us of things we kinda knew, but didn't. I am one of them in the arts/music etc, Sam, you are certainly one of them in the comic whimsey realm, succeeding in raising a corner of my mouth into a snicker and prompting me into comment.
Yes there is nothing new under the sun, so being new is pointless. Dusting up old thoughts and memories and reminding me where I forgot to laugh is where its at.
I liken taking a bath in foreign territory to the line being expressed in Pulp Fictions " holiest of holy's" . Sex is one thing, a foot message? well ... Shower- sex / Bath- your now a resident.
Or in Jaws, you cry barracuda, and people say humm, what? you cry shark!, and you have a panic on the 4th of July. ( something like that)
A bath in a strangers home? I cant remember if I have had one but just thinking on it conjures up way more than a cleansing routine. Perhaps its the luxury of time a bath affords you , giving room for toe clipping, daydreaming, contemplation and what not.
Haha the comic whimsey realm, what an awesome description of the make-believe lands where I sew my nonsenses. Thank you Doug!
Yeah you’re right, the scrubbing is nothing to do with it. I’ll often leave a bath wreaking. I love being in the bath I stay in until I’m shivering. As a kid I had a technique where I’d twirl like a torpedo to generate warmth in a cold bath. Hadn’t thought of that in years so thank you for having me rummage around in there
I haven't taken a bath in over a decade. Not to worry, I've showered a couple times, but the bath always seems to take too long. But maybe I need to reassess my life, slow down, read a book and stew in my own filth. Fancy a visit?
What does it mean? That it is becoming rare to find a bathtub in a contemporary hotel? Am I the only one that notices this? Did I ever violate some hotelier's sense of decency? I didn't mean to, I swear!!
Mr. Wrong, may I offer you a bath? You shall be seated in my luxurious, pink claw-footed tub. A large, ornate - gold gilded (who's the fairest of them all) mirror placed on the wall for you to ask yourself this question, while you soak deep in the bubbles and sip from the beverage of your choice. The hand bell is situated just to your left on the small chest of drawers, just in case you may require my assistance in scrubbing your back.
Thanks for the chuckle. Happy bubbles - I believe this is my new adventure; To go from house to house and ask if I may have a sit in there tub. At each door, I shall arrive clad in a dressing gown, hair piled atop my head, satin slippers, carrying a matching bag with top open to reveal lotions and potions that signal my intent...
ok i’m not even gonna take a bath in my own house but this makes so much sense. take the bath by the horns, i mean, loofah. that bath belongs to me and i will shower in it
If you won’t, I will. If by the horns, you means the taps, then you are correct. loo-fah! Is actually the guirilla bathers war cry. By the time you hear it, it’s alright. That bath, indeed, belonged to you once, but I have bathed, bedded it and beyond
No Bob you’re on the money. There was a time, a bath was a guarantee. Now I notice them as a treat. It’s the only explanation, you’ve ruffled the feathers of the motel lobby somewhere along the way
Good god that sounds marvellous Depswah. Normally an offered tub is the hunter’s equivalent of shooting a maimed animal, but for that bathroom I will make an exception.
I wouldn’t normally bother you but I do have exceptionally short arms and a large torso, so there is a patch I might need help with
Thank you for chuckling!
Oh I can’t recommend it highly enough. I believe you to be a natural! Please let me know of your travels
"it’s not the candlelight, the writhing or the urine." I think it could be all three, actually. Bloody hilarious. Tragically relatable. Damn all inhospitable hosts, who withhold immersion therapy to their beleaguered guests!
haha may be where I'm going wrong. Thank you! I could never dreamed of it being relatable, great to meet another deprived bather. I did once take a bath by force. I'd thrown up all over a colleague's house, and before kicking me out, I asked if i could clean up. Then I started having a bath. They knocked on the door and insisted I left
I often think how god has tasked some of us with finding a new wrinkle , a small sliver of an offering that we give others, reminding us of things we kinda knew, but didn't. I am one of them in the arts/music etc, Sam, you are certainly one of them in the comic whimsey realm, succeeding in raising a corner of my mouth into a snicker and prompting me into comment.
Yes there is nothing new under the sun, so being new is pointless. Dusting up old thoughts and memories and reminding me where I forgot to laugh is where its at.
I liken taking a bath in foreign territory to the line being expressed in Pulp Fictions " holiest of holy's" . Sex is one thing, a foot message? well ... Shower- sex / Bath- your now a resident.
Or in Jaws, you cry barracuda, and people say humm, what? you cry shark!, and you have a panic on the 4th of July. ( something like that)
A bath in a strangers home? I cant remember if I have had one but just thinking on it conjures up way more than a cleansing routine. Perhaps its the luxury of time a bath affords you , giving room for toe clipping, daydreaming, contemplation and what not.
Way to go Sam!
Haha the comic whimsey realm, what an awesome description of the make-believe lands where I sew my nonsenses. Thank you Doug!
Yeah you’re right, the scrubbing is nothing to do with it. I’ll often leave a bath wreaking. I love being in the bath I stay in until I’m shivering. As a kid I had a technique where I’d twirl like a torpedo to generate warmth in a cold bath. Hadn’t thought of that in years so thank you for having me rummage around in there
whimsey is underrated and under employed along with silliness. Monty python were great at silliness.
Sam I look forward to your observations
Hell yeah man! Let’s bring back silliness and whimsey. Thank you Doug, I look forward to sharing them
I haven't taken a bath in over a decade. Not to worry, I've showered a couple times, but the bath always seems to take too long. But maybe I need to reassess my life, slow down, read a book and stew in my own filth. Fancy a visit?
What does it mean? That it is becoming rare to find a bathtub in a contemporary hotel? Am I the only one that notices this? Did I ever violate some hotelier's sense of decency? I didn't mean to, I swear!!
Mr. Wrong, may I offer you a bath? You shall be seated in my luxurious, pink claw-footed tub. A large, ornate - gold gilded (who's the fairest of them all) mirror placed on the wall for you to ask yourself this question, while you soak deep in the bubbles and sip from the beverage of your choice. The hand bell is situated just to your left on the small chest of drawers, just in case you may require my assistance in scrubbing your back.
Thanks for the chuckle. Happy bubbles - I believe this is my new adventure; To go from house to house and ask if I may have a sit in there tub. At each door, I shall arrive clad in a dressing gown, hair piled atop my head, satin slippers, carrying a matching bag with top open to reveal lotions and potions that signal my intent...
Blessings ~
ok i’m not even gonna take a bath in my own house but this makes so much sense. take the bath by the horns, i mean, loofah. that bath belongs to me and i will shower in it
If you won’t, I will. If by the horns, you means the taps, then you are correct. loo-fah! Is actually the guirilla bathers war cry. By the time you hear it, it’s alright. That bath, indeed, belonged to you once, but I have bathed, bedded it and beyond
jeez are you gonna sleep w my wife too while you’re at it? take the bed by the pillows?
Unless you’re married to a bath, all will be fine
No Bob you’re on the money. There was a time, a bath was a guarantee. Now I notice them as a treat. It’s the only explanation, you’ve ruffled the feathers of the motel lobby somewhere along the way
Good god that sounds marvellous Depswah. Normally an offered tub is the hunter’s equivalent of shooting a maimed animal, but for that bathroom I will make an exception.
I wouldn’t normally bother you but I do have exceptionally short arms and a large torso, so there is a patch I might need help with
Thank you for chuckling!
Oh I can’t recommend it highly enough. I believe you to be a natural! Please let me know of your travels