A hilariously, pointlessly absurd thing to do upon coming home drenched from a surprise July thunderstorm. There is something almost Hunter-S-Thompson-ish about taking a shower with your aviators, and there the resemblance ends. Aside from a vague, undefinable desire to do vague, undefinable things (all of which are most likely (a) illegal and (b) a very bad idea) involving a vodka martini, the front window and a shotgun.
It’s only slightly less odd than wearing shades while having sex, and let’s just leave it at that.
An almost meditative tranquility will wash over you me as you detachedly realize that this is a good way of figuratively giving reality the finger, letting one’s mind take some time off from pondering weighty matters of the universe or thinking up solutions to work problems off the clock as one normally does under a hot stream of water.
It’s enough to make a man disregard hypothetical real-life tribulations, like the hypothetical unshaven Moroccan in his hypothetical beat-up Peugeot who cuts you off during your hypothetical evening commute, hypothetically shouting muffled obscenities through a mouth crammed full of hypothetical french fries (which, were he any more than an actor in a purely hypothetical scenario, he would have been stuffing in his gullet with both hands instead of holding onto the wheel and swerving confusedly across the road.)
Bonus points if you’re a girl, natch.
Try it, and you may find out that your lenses fog up far less than you might have anticipated, had you ever taken the time to give any thought to the idea. Then again, why not? It’s probably more constructive than half the things you ponder during your day at the office while unconsciously mastering the zen of procrastination.
Nobody is watching you, even though, if they were, it’d probably be at least as funny as Bill Murray shooting a ringing telephone (as Hunter S. Thompson, thereby proving that cosmic karma demands an ever-unceasing flow of HST references) or Tom Cruise dancing in his jockeys to Bob Seger.
Makes you wonder what other random bizarre crap people are up to right now in the sanctity of their own four walls once reality sets in again.
