… and other sage advice.
This morning… in 1 hour and 7 minutes to be exact – a friend is, for the first time in his life, having his private areas ‘manscaped’. He’s resisted it for years, but last night his wife finally convinced him that the shrubbery needed a trim. So, with much fanfare, she and a close friend are putting him under the razor this morning. The eight of us who were out last night – having way too many drinks – are all invited to the show. Not just the before and after, mind you, but to the event as well.
And the one rule – no straws. For some reason that completely defies explanation in the cold sobriety of morning, the one rule is that you never bring a straw to a ball shaving. It seemed hilarious last night – T-shirts were ordered, trademarks taken out, social media campaigns initiated.
So… I’m proud of my friend. It’s 2016.. there’s no excuse for the wild garden he has growing down there. And, yeah, the last thing you need at a ball shaving is a straw. Why this seemed so important and insightful last night still escapes me… but I will trust in the wisdom of crowds and when I attend the event in just over an hour, it will be with glass in hand.. strawless.