I watch with mixed emotions as my two friends tear at each other, wincing as fists hammer toned bodies and feet drill into flesh. Part of me is excited to watch these two perfect bodies/rageful spirits clash—-it was kind of inevitable, this particular triangle never quite coalescing. But part of me is also disappointed—-I was hoping one of them would get me some nachos…. I glance down at the arm of my lounge-chair, and see a red button that I hadn’t noticed previously. It’s labeled “VE.” VE? What the….? In my diva, whatever-happens-someone-else-will-surely-clean-up-my-mess attitude, I press it, and wait. Nothing. I wait some more. Nothing. Finally, I flag down a cabana-boy as Erin and Bridgette exchange blows, the crowd mesmerized by the increasing aggression between the two. As he leans closer, I point to the “VE” button and ask—-“What does VE stand for?”
He smiles and responds, “Voting Enabled.”
