It’s Friday night. You get off the plane and are greeted by four of your bros, each half cut already. Airport Lounge. Slam back two double Long Island Ice Teas. Buzzing. Screaming out the car windows at passersby you make it back to your apartment. Catch up. Befuddled you ask yourself how you can accomplish that and still get ready. Precious seconds pass before brilliance presents itself. Drink a beer in the shower. Perfect.

Guilty pleasure alert #23: “Drinking a cold beer in a warm shower”