I’m not sure why the vampire was hanging out at the swimming pool, but I guess we can rule out “catching some rays.”
That reminds me that we had a vampire second baseman on our college baseball team. That guy could rake, and was always joking about how he was a baseball “bat.” Pretty funny for a bloodsucker. He would have been our star, but unfortunately, he had to platoon with a little Dominican guy who could play day games.
No, it’s not what you’re thinking. He was not a Dominican from the Dominican Republic. I think he was French. You see, I went to a Catholic college, and he was literally a Dominican – from that religious order. Brother Hervé was his name. He and the vampire never got along during our evening practices, which was the only time they ever had to interact. It wasn’t so much that they competed to start at the same position, but rather that they were always arguing about crucifixes and holy water, and whether a baseball bat was technically a form of wooden stake.
On the other hand, I’m pretty sure Brother Hervé would have killed the vampire to get more playing time, but he could never find his coffin.