When I was 8 I had a giant Hypercolor t-shirt that said "Co-Ed Naked Barge Jumping." There was a picture of a barge on it, I guess, although I didn't know what barges or co-ed meant. I don't know where I got it or why it wasn't taken away from me. I don't know why more things weren't taken away from me when I was younger. I was never not ratty, like how for years I wore an armful of ragged trash "friendship" bracelets I made myself until they gave me a rash. Gross. Get a job.
Anyway, there's more nakedness tonight at Naked Ping Pong, in which nudity is only "a state of mind," meaning that you can wear clothes, maybe even the ones you have on now, and it will be fine. It's about meeting new friends and beating them.
You pay $20, $5 of which goes into the winner's pool. Then you drink a drink, play some friendly rounds of table tennis. RSVP here to be told what to do.