italian pool party time

last week i was caught unawares when i realized i certain small asian niblet had run off to cambodia with my swimming costume, leaving me in the somewhat difficult position of having to borrow my lovely host's wife's bikini when i rocked up to a pool party on a sunday. deciding that my shameless borrowing habits had hit new unacceptable lows, i went out with turd this morning, under the blazing washington sun, to see what the capital had to offer in terms of bathing wear. see above
so am off to the italian pool party where the men cook up feasts and i get to do handstands in the water and go a light shade of lobster red.