Here I was going to put a quote from Nabokov, but couldn't find one.
Jess, Jeremy and I went out for some minor soiree'ing, and reached high acclaim for our mirth in High Society. It was a get-together in the western hills of our fair city of Tucson, a pool party, with the obligatory alcohol, and its concomitant embarrassment (unavoidable, my friends), and the pillaging of fine meats and cheeses. We spent much of the time in the pool. You'd never believe how cold it can be when you get out of the pool with the wind at a crisp 90 degrees, ye uninitiates. O, how I enjoy my bodily challenge of gravity itself; my wife mate gets so jealous of female wandering eyes.