It's over 100 degrees these days. I know because, in addition to the endless polite conversations I've had regarding the topic, you keep taking pictures of thermometers. There is no ocean breeze to save us on these plains. There is only one savior: the pool.
Enter Ku De Ta, where the membership is free based on referrals. I see your collective eye-roll; you don't need someone judging you or granting permission to pose around a pool, listen to house music and wear high-heels with your bikini. But it's nice work if you can get it.
Membership allows you access to swimming hours, but everyone can slip back to the pool for a drink sans swimming after 8 p.m. on the weekends. This week an invitation hit my inbox for the season's first members-only night swim, which instructed me it was the "... party the women have been wanting." They listed the attire as swimwear or lingerie. I am a woman who enjoys night swims. But lingerie?
Though my curiosity had been piqued, I was skeptical. Would it just be women gyrating in Victoria's Secret's PINK line? What species of Dallas men would I be confronted with?
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Then, moments after arrival, Ku De Ta killed me with kindness. As we checked in, our hosts made sure we had bathing suit attire. I actually appreciate a stickler for dress code, even if I find the details baffling. Another gorgeous host made sure we knew the ins and outs of the place, and sent us into the night.
My date and I quickly nabbed a bottle of Champagne, but not before a waitress all but engraved our names on a poolside cabana. This wasn't the hospitality of a service industry vet, this was next-level Neiman Marcus retail-type shit.
I didn't want Ku De Ta to live up to its hype. I wanted to join you in that eye-roll. But I just can't. Saturday's party hovered around 100 guests. Exclusive, a word Dallas tosses around casually, finally translated to intimate. The DJ's mix of Robyn, Kimbra and Azealia Banks was suited for the female-heavy crowd but never veered toward cliché.
Ku De Ta's beautiful sea-salt pool, and the ladies that inevitably surround it, are succeeding in their seduction. Not every week can be a dinner party where we discuss the collapse of Western civilization. So get resourceful, sugars. I'd like to see you poolside.