I’m with you on the gym clothes thing. In the last year I recently got into wearing sweat wicking shirts because I sweat like a maniac and tshirts get heavy/uncomfortable. But you can find those for cheap on amazon or something. There’s no need to be dipped head to toe in UnderArmor.
I have been outside Soho House Chicago, but I never really knew what it was. I just looked at the website and application, and that shit seems weird as fuck to me. How the fuck are you gonna say you’re club doesn’t concentrate on wealth when it costs $2,100 to join? Next time I’m at Green St Smoked Meats (which, if you haven’t eaten there, stop what you’re doing right now and go), maybe I’ll sneak in a steal a towel so people think I’m important.
Malort tastes like bug spray. Regarding shots, I’ll turn one down whenever the hell I feel like it because I’m a grown man and I make my own decisions. But as far as being to old to do them? Never. My 57 year old father still rips Jameson shots and has a good time.
When I was in 7th grade, my buddy and I were getting ready for a dance. At the time, my buddies uncle lived with his family at the time, and he had a very hot girlfriend. She walked in on us adjusting our chain wallets and over-sized metal ball necklaces, took a look at our JNCOs and Kikwear jeans, laughed, said; “You guys are wearing those pants?” She shook her head and walked out. I never wore JNCOs again. I should send her a letter and thank her.
I’m very happy to have a relationship with my mom where I could literally say; “Ma, this gift sucks a shit. What were you thinking?” Then we would get drunk.
I really like cooking, as I’m sure most people do. But I can’t stand any of the competition shows on Food Network. Just give me someone standing in a kitchen relaying instructions.
If it’s a Lagunitas IPA, I would say yeah, it’s essentially the same diff as a Heineken and the like. But they still make stuff that beer nerds get all antsy in the pantsy over. And speaking of Heineken, to lump people that drink imported beer into a group as “pretentious” is dumb. The amount of blue collar scumbags I know that drink Heineken is staggering.
Dead on as usual. Nothing is more sobering (literally and figuratively) than the realization you’re growing older. But I don’t think it’s all bad. In the last year or so I’ve noticed that everyone in my family treats me like a real grown up. At 30, that shouldn’t be a big deal. But it’s nice to be included in all the “adult” conversations and spoken to like a peer. Rather than some kid who stumbled in the room.
Best friend got married last spring. He paid some teenager to get crave cases from White Castle. Exellent end to the night/awful start to the next day.
Every suit I own was bought because of this. No problem buying the suit as you get more use out of it. The weddings I’ve been in where we had to rent a tux, it was only slightly cheaper than buying a suit that I can actually use.
One venue is the move. I get that some people are religious and want to have it at a church. But I’ve been to plenty of weddings where the couple has been married by a man of the cloth at a country club.
I am in a trade where I wear a uniform every day. I own once nice suit, and two shitty ones. I have also never been to a wedding where I was required to wear a tux as a guest. And I can’t imagine any of my friends or family ever having a black tie wedding. In fact, I don’t think I even know anyone that has gone to a wedding that was a black tie affair. Maybe I’m surrounded by blue collar slobs, but I’m ok with that.
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I’m with you on the gym clothes thing. In the last year I recently got into wearing sweat wicking shirts because I sweat like a maniac and tshirts get heavy/uncomfortable. But you can find those for cheap on amazon or something. There’s no need to be dipped head to toe in UnderArmor.
I have been outside Soho House Chicago, but I never really knew what it was. I just looked at the website and application, and that shit seems weird as fuck to me. How the fuck are you gonna say you’re club doesn’t concentrate on wealth when it costs $2,100 to join? Next time I’m at Green St Smoked Meats (which, if you haven’t eaten there, stop what you’re doing right now and go), maybe I’ll sneak in a steal a towel so people think I’m important.
Malort tastes like bug spray. Regarding shots, I’ll turn one down whenever the hell I feel like it because I’m a grown man and I make my own decisions. But as far as being to old to do them? Never. My 57 year old father still rips Jameson shots and has a good time.
Hell yes. I had no idea.
When I was in 7th grade, my buddy and I were getting ready for a dance. At the time, my buddies uncle lived with his family at the time, and he had a very hot girlfriend. She walked in on us adjusting our chain wallets and over-sized metal ball necklaces, took a look at our JNCOs and Kikwear jeans, laughed, said; “You guys are wearing those pants?” She shook her head and walked out. I never wore JNCOs again. I should send her a letter and thank her.
I am not a scientist, but I feel like you can wash your hands too much. Your body has an immune system, let it do some work.
If you’re not washing your hands after a dump, there’s no telling what other kind of grossness you’re getting up to.
I’m very happy to have a relationship with my mom where I could literally say; “Ma, this gift sucks a shit. What were you thinking?” Then we would get drunk.
I really like cooking, as I’m sure most people do. But I can’t stand any of the competition shows on Food Network. Just give me someone standing in a kitchen relaying instructions.
Joe Rogan advocates probiotics. You sir, are no Joe Rogan.
I don’t judge those who brunch. But I will say that being at a crowded brunch spot with a bad hangover sounds like hell on earth.
If it’s a Lagunitas IPA, I would say yeah, it’s essentially the same diff as a Heineken and the like. But they still make stuff that beer nerds get all antsy in the pantsy over. And speaking of Heineken, to lump people that drink imported beer into a group as “pretentious” is dumb. The amount of blue collar scumbags I know that drink Heineken is staggering.
I wasn’t going to say anything…but yeah, same.
Madoff, you son of a bitch…
Dead on as usual. Nothing is more sobering (literally and figuratively) than the realization you’re growing older. But I don’t think it’s all bad. In the last year or so I’ve noticed that everyone in my family treats me like a real grown up. At 30, that shouldn’t be a big deal. But it’s nice to be included in all the “adult” conversations and spoken to like a peer. Rather than some kid who stumbled in the room.
I’m just glad none of the Catholic weddings I’ve attended forced me to sit through a whole mass.
Best friend got married last spring. He paid some teenager to get crave cases from White Castle. Exellent end to the night/awful start to the next day.
Sure. But it’s nice to have the option.
Every suit I own was bought because of this. No problem buying the suit as you get more use out of it. The weddings I’ve been in where we had to rent a tux, it was only slightly cheaper than buying a suit that I can actually use.
One venue is the move. I get that some people are religious and want to have it at a church. But I’ve been to plenty of weddings where the couple has been married by a man of the cloth at a country club.
I am in a trade where I wear a uniform every day. I own once nice suit, and two shitty ones. I have also never been to a wedding where I was required to wear a tux as a guest. And I can’t imagine any of my friends or family ever having a black tie wedding. In fact, I don’t think I even know anyone that has gone to a wedding that was a black tie affair. Maybe I’m surrounded by blue collar slobs, but I’m ok with that.