Spill your hot tub story, win a prize (maybe)

The "Hot Tub Time Machine" guys (from left):  Craig Robinson, Rob Corddry, John Cusack and Clark Duke.  (M-G-M)

David Letterman said it best on his late-night talk show Tuesday night.

Referring to the upcoming "splash and dash back in time" comedy "Hot Tub Time Machine," opening Friday, his thought:

"I know genius when I hear it."

Genius?  Probably not, except possibly from Hollywood's publicity gristmill.  Fun to kid around with, though?

Heck yeah.

So my idea, which ranks about as far removed from genius as a sober, conscious man can get, is this:

Many of us have our own hot tub stories.  They may not involve traveling back in time as John Cusack and pals do in "Hot Tub Time Machine," but, then again, some just might.

The idea is to submit your best hot tub story as a comment to this post.  The best one (as chosen by our esteemed panel of judge -- Me!) wins a Movie Memories with Larry Ratliff coffee mug stuffed with popcorn and candy and, of course, the much-coveted 4-jalapeño salute.

OK, got that?  I'll begin the competition with a true hot tub story that's a slam-dunk for you to top:

A few years ago, when my wife Suellen and I had radio advertising to sell within my movie reviews, previews and interviews that cluttered up the airwaves, we worked out an advertising deal with a San Antonio spa company.

I would talk on the radio about how sliding into one of their hot tubs was like "taking a 30 minute vacation."  Before I could tout the product, however, I had to experience the bubbly bliss for myself.  You know, being the method actor -- 'scuse me, pitchman -- that I was/am.

So off we went, changing into our bathing suits in the store's storeroom and easing into our "30-minute vacation" in the steamy back corner of the store.  It was quite fun, actually, although we can't go back to that store anymore.  (Just kidding, that's an old joke.)

So top that.  It shouldn't be difficult.  Your prize awaits.

Comments

[Mary Alice Smallbone]

Well, it all happened about 15 yrs. ago when I was traveling to Missouri in the dead of winter to make a presentation on an education related issue. I was with a co-worker, and when we arrived at the hotel, I was excited to hear that they had a dynamite hot tub in their pool area. I wanted badly to use the hot tub, but did not have a bathing suit. Being the adventurous type, I decided that I would make my way to the hot tub after hours, and just enter the bubbling tub in a big beach towel. I did so, and was enjoying the adventure when a man approached the hot tub and decided to get in. Unfortunately he was very verbose and talked, and talked and talked. The whole time, I was wondering how on earth I was going to get out of the hot tub without revealing myself in my drenched towel. Finally, after at least an hour, my skin was starting to pucker, and I simply had to get out. The man was quite surprised when I emerged from the hot tub, and what could I do? I just had to get out!! Anyway, the next morning, as I began my presentation, I was shocked to see that same "hot tub" man sitting in the front row!! I blushed beyond red and went on with my presentation as the man stared at me throughout the entire time. Oh well - "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do!!"