The post-bar strip

Unless you're a smoker, you've done this before. You get home from a bar and (regardless of your level of intoxication) you realize you smell like the floor of a taxi. So to avoid contaminating the rest of your living space with your funk, you strip off all your clothes as soon as, or immediately after, you enter the door.

Ordinarily it's no big deal. But tonight I had an epiphany that made this occasion special. It's COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOLD! It must've been 40 degrees in our usually temperate basement.

I'd also like to thank Adam for helping me get my 'damn I'm REALLY old now that I'm 30' moment out of the way already. Getting to sit next to a 19-year-old kid in a bar while responding to his 'so do you have a girlfriend' question really put things into perspective.

And for the record, no, I don't have a girlfriend.


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