I'm still at the gym 30 minutes before I need to leave for a party on a Saturday night. Damn us gays and our high expectations for one another's fitness. It might amp up our sex lives, but it really cuts into our public debauchery.
At least we're more likely to live longer, healthier lives. I guess we can be thankful for that. And maybe our people will become less judgmental the closer we get to being able to retire to a life of leisure in Palm Springs.
Although, for many - that maybe is likely to be as thin as the head to toe linen in which we are all sure to bedizen ourselves.