In the 1968 movie The Swimmer, based on the John Cheever short story of the same name, crumbling socialite Neddy Merrill, played by a svelte, brooding Burt Lancaster in a snug black Speedo, spends an entire summer day “swimming home” via his neighbors’ suburban pool parties. At every oasis he happens upon he’s greeted with a fresh cocktail: a gargantuan gin martini at the Westerhazys’, or a wee bourbon tipple at the Grahams’. While we certainly don’t condone Ned’s heavy brand of drinking and diving—or his taste in swimwear—it’s hard to resist the allure of poolside parties and summertime quaffing.

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