Adult Swim





By Contributing Editor Jenny Isenman

I had a night away this weekend, a night away.  It has been 6 months, almost to the day, since the last time I had a night away.  Yes, I am on the half year excursion plan.  Twice a year I take the long ride from Weston to Fort Lauderdale, or South Beach, or Naples and spend a single night with as much day wrapped around both sides as my parents or in-laws will allow.  We couldn’t go far, and because I was looking for optimum veg time, proximity was second only to my first criteria - NO KIDS.

Yes, I said it … NO KIDS.  I had to find a close hotel that was kid free during spring break, when every cold frostbitten family packs up their 2.5 children, takes their pets to the kennel, and comes to Florida hoping to thaw out.  I, on the other hand, needed to chill out and the best place seemed to be this boutiquey hotel on Lauderdale Beach called The Atlantic.  The pool was off-putting to children, a long and narrow rectangle with no slides or falls.  The décor was very hip, mod in an Ian Schrager, “don’t touch that kid, it will break” kinda way.  I would avoid a place like this at all costs with my kids, as it blared “BORING” to anyone under sixteen.  I banked on other families’ sense of “funless” to be on par with my own.

Wearing my too teeny bikini, I immediately found the pool and within moments I was donning an ipod, reading my book and sipping champagne.  Totally enthralled with my book, I must not have noticed the influx of people at my tiny boutique pool.  But then I heard someone scream, “Marco!” and though I am in South Florida where a name like Marco is not so uncommon, I could tell this was not some adult woman calling her adult husband to come put sunblock on her back.

“What the hell was that?”  I asked Mark, like I had just heard a gunshot.  “A kid,” he nonchalantly replied, like my gunshot was just some car backfiring.  I looked up and, Lo and behold, it wasn’t just one kid it was a whole pack of them.  Maybe five ranging in age from about 4 to 10.  I shuddered as the largest one, who was undeniably their bossy leader, demanded another pool game that had them screaming answers to random questions, and swimming all over my tiny boring lap pool.

Leader:  “WHAT‘S YOUR FAVORITE SHOW?”
Kid 1:  “WHAT?”
Kid 2:  “She said what’s your favorite show,” the little one repeated shaking in fear.
Kid 1:  “OH, I’LL GIVE YOU A HINT, IT’S TWO WORDS.”

Why are they screaming?  They’re 5 feet apart.

Leader:  “TOTAL DRAMA ISLAND.”
Kid 1:  “I SAID 2 WORDS!”
Kid 3:  “I think I know what it is.  Can I guess?”
Leader:  “NO! GIVE ME ANOTHER HINT.”
Kid 1:  “FINE IT STARTS WITH AN I.”
Leader:  “INDIANA JONES?”
Kid 1:  “YOU SAID A SHOW NOT A MOVIE.“
Leader:  “GIVE ME ANOTHER HINT.”
Kid 1:  “NONANA NOPE NOPE…NOPE NOPE.”

Oh, come on, give her another hint already.