His & Hers: Saturday Night Fashion

Apparently, I am officially Old As Shit. I hadn't realized this until Alan and I - desperate to watch the MSU/Wisconsin championship game this Saturday - ventured to the bar next to my condo.

Quick back-story: I don't own a television. It's usually not a big deal, but when there's a live sporting event (that determines if your team will go to the Rose Bowl), the system kind of breaks down. To his credit, Alan tried to be cool about missing the game (It's OK, I'll watch the DVR of it when I get home in the morning), but he'd had a pretty stressful Saturday, so I thought an attempt was at least in order.

"Let's go see if Local 16 has it on. If so, we'll order a drink and sit at the bar to watch it." Alan seemed enthusiastic, so we both pulled on hoodies and headed out. Mind you, only minutes before we'd been sitting around in pajamas (by which I mean men's t-shirts and boxer shorts) watching something on Netflix, so our idea of dressing up for a Saturday night out meant adding shoes and hoodies. Klassy, with a K.

So we rolled into Local 16, and after a few minutes, we gathered that no one sitting at the bar actually cared what football game was broadcast, so we took control of the remote and changed the channel. We Are Sparta!

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