Looked at this great park fountain on my trip to Cairns but it was dark green algae and I couldn’t see the bottom, so for health reasons I declined. Was a nice one in Ayr, but I was sure to be caught and marched from countrified little town…. still on the hunt I guess.
How to swim in a public fountain
How I did it: My husband and I have been in D.C. for his Summer (09) internship. We have been planning a wedding in Costa Rica for January 2010. We decided to legally get married here before having the actual ceremony so that everything would be current and my name would already be changed and and all of those details would be taken care of.
We love picnics and we've been talking about how we should have lunch or dinner at this fountain in the middle of a roundabout just down the street for some time. We discussed how in this swampy, hot Summer it would be so great to just jump in.
On the day of our "wedding" we made our trek to the courthouse and my husband picked up some giant sunflowers from a man selling them from a cart for me. They were beautiful and I received many compliments on our way to the ceremony. After the civil ceremony we picked up a bottle of wine and came home for a relaxing evening. We were married and no one knew it, and we were as happy as two newlyweds could be.
Sunflowers a little droopy, and the wine bottle a little less full, we took a late night walk, wine glasses in hand and talked about our hopes and dreams for our future. We passed by that fountain that we had been by so many times and after a quick grin, stripped down to our skivvies and jumped in while the cars drove by the round about and may or may not have seen us. We didn't care anyway. It was such a childlike moment and a perfect ending the day we became husband and wife.
I know that we will have a wonderful wedding in Costa Rica but we will always have that fountain and I hope that we return to it years later and perhaps go on another late night walk and jump in a fountain.
Lessons & tips: be spontaneous but don't get caught!
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Cassiopeia I keep making these to-do lists, but nothing gets crossed out xoxo
you’d be surprised at how few people actually notice or look, and it’s a ton of fun when you do it with a group in freezing fountain water after you go mudsliding on the front lawn of your campus :)
do it if you haven’t! you may live to regret it!
because I have always regretted not doing this in Paris in the summer of 1995 and feel a fancy to make up for it :)
Midnight on January 1, 2007 in the Grand Basin outside of the St. Louis Art Museum. Got caught by the po-po, but he just let us go with a slap on the wrist.
june 1st last year we jumped in the art museum fountain for my best friend’s birthday. we did it again this year and titled it “the second annual strip n dip.” we didnt get completely naked, we’re not that stupid since [cop] cars come by there all the time. but it was a great way to begin a tradition and make her birthday special. i recommend it!
it’s so much fun, and easy to do where i live so you know what!
come to spain and i’ll take you fountain swiming!
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Trafalgar Fountain London, went clubbing and in an effort to impress the ladys we had met we thought i quick dip would cause them to throw themselves at us. It worked much to our suprise, but i think the main thing to be had from this is that were all wet and one of the chicks was wearing white, poor thing, had to get her wet clothes off and warm her up straight away ;-)
Preferably it will be a hot day when I go prancing around in the public fountain. Maybe “frolicking in the public fountain” sounds better. Hell, I like them both! There is an enormous wishing pool-fountain I walk past often outside the Arts Museum in my city. Now all I have to do is get in there and have fun before security catches me, and convince them that I was merely frolicking, and not trying to take the money that people toss in there.
So my thought, at present, is that the whole affair would have to look ‘accidental’. Like I was just dangling my feet in the water, and then, suddenly, I was swimming. No. Wait. What was my word again? Frocklicking. That’s the one :) Oh, and if I’m going in, it’s gotta be fully clothed. On a stinkin’ hot day, walking down the street afterwards in sopping wet clothes would just be too fun…






