Long ago, the year 2007, I had a friend, Dave, that lived in the big city. A handful of friends from our college town, including my girlfriend, went to the city for a concert. After to show we all crashed at Dave’s one bedroom apartment. The apartment was in a huge complex, six stories tall, and in the middle of the complex was an outdoor pool and hot tub. It was the middle of winter, the pool covered by a tarp for the season, but the hot tub was open and perfect for post-show partying.
Being young, drunk, and close friends, everyone went to the hot tub in the nude. Once in the water though, it wasn’t like anyone could see any naughty bits anyways. Thankfully no stranger were in the tub when our drunken cohort arrived. It was probably well after 2am, and technically the “Pool Hours” were over, but that had never stopped us before. We soaked, drank, smoked, and probably woke up plenty of residents in the apartments surrounding the pool area, but no one yelled at us to shut the fuck up.