The snowfall surprised took the city by surprise, and sure, we're a little old for snow days, but there was still some excitement in trudging through the polar white landscape, my boots crunching through with each step. My hat is pulled low, my scarf is up high, and the case of beer in my arms is at risk of freezing at any moment.

I look up at the street sign, squinting to read through the falling flurry. I'm not exactly sure where I'm going. All I know is that you and your boyfriend were housesitting, and you'd invited me and another friend over to hang out.

I check my texts, confirming this is the right road, before turning down and carefully navigating the frozen sidewalks. Finally, I arrive. The driveway is not shoveled, the walkway not cleared, something I'm sure the homeowner would want done, but I don't really care about that. I care about the promise of warmth and fun indoors.

I walk into the house, the skunky stench of cheap weed wafting over me immediately. I call out to the seemingly empty house.

"OUT HERE!" your boyfriend yells. I walk toward the screened in porch in the back.

Steam wafts off the edge of the hot tub. I realize I'm the last to arrive, as I see you, your boyfriend and our friend sitting, naked in the bubbling water, passing a joint, completely naked. The cold air bites as I strip down. A small price for the promised warmth of the hot tub.

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Hot tub skinny dipping turns into fun with boyfriend and friends! The concept is simple, but hopefully we can have fun building it together. I'd like there to be a little build as we hang out, but we'll see where it goes!