My ex and I used to have the Naked Zone (upstairs) and Unnaked Zone (downstairs, due to the bay window and deck doors) in our condo. Unfortunately, our only telephone was in the living room, next to the bay window, which looked onto the courtyard where kids were always playing. I hated it when the phone would ring around 9-10 am on Saturdays… if I couldn’t unwrap the blanket off of GeekBoy in 15 seconds or less, I had to crawl downstairs and try to hide behind the couch. Why not just let the machine pick up? Because none of our friends would normally call at that hour, so we would assume it was important, and it was almost always a wrong number. The deck was off the kitchen, but that was ok because we had a dishwasher so I didn’t have to worry about getting wet.
My parents have the stupidest apartment setup on earth… the house was a single family converted to a two-family, and they have to go THROUGH my room to get to their bedroom. I absolutely commiserate with the ‘no ANYTHING in the parents’ house’ thing. Don’t think I’ll be moving to VA anytime soon (though, hell, I’m only temping so it’s not like anything’s keeping me here) but it would be funny… maybe I’ll have to keep Naked Kitchen as a requirement for my next roommate!
I write music naked. I have to go through my studio from the bathroom to get to the main room of my apartment, so I’ll get out of shower, dry off, step out of the bathroom into my studio and spend the next 3-hours nekkid working on a tune.
I spent a whole day in my apartment nude when I was young. Just to see if it was possible to pass 24 hours maked in today’s (yesterday’s by now i guess) society, and it was.
Reminds me of an incident in South Beach, Miami…some years ago! Went for a swim in the hotel pool at around 12:30 AM. It was a beautiful night, so I slipped off my swimsuit, and swam a few laps in the buff. Unfortunately,my suit sank to the bottom, and I couldn’t find it! So,I took a deep breath…and ran up the back stairs…made it to the room without anybody seeing!
The company I work for fired one of the managers with out having a replacement for her, so I ran her store and did her work for a while. I had to do weekly reports and recap numbers for my boss and his boss was usually on the line as well. One Wednesday morning, I had just gotten out of bed, I worked 18 hours the day before and had only gotten to sleep for 3 hours. The conference call went well, the numbers were ok, nothing great but ok. The call lasted 35 minutes. As soon as I hung up, I went back to bed. About a month later, my boss quit. A bunch of us went out two weeks ago. I had to tell him about it. He laughed, he said he didn’t think he had ever had anyone do weekly numbers naked. ( Usually they are done from the store, if there are issues that arise, or questions, the answers are easily found in the store.)
