Found out this morning that I'll probably be at a work conference in Crystal City in March.
Arizona Ron, under the circumstances, I'm hesitant to use the phrase "Crystal City Cornhole." But if I do go to that conference, can I hang with you and some of your friends? I'll buy the Tito's, mixers, wine, and sandwich trays. Depending on the day--and the weather--I may or may not wear my navy Sunspel Riviera polo, an off-creme-colored sport coat, light grey Billy Reid chinos or 3X1 Denim jeans, Flint & Tinder socks, and suede, Italian, sand-colored Chukkas. Underwear will likely be Jockey, Hanes, Flint & Tinder, or nonexistent.
Though not orgy-ready, my body's not intervention-worthy either. I'd say it hovers somewhere between the comfortable bare minimum and outright neglect.