Oh my god. You guys. You guys oh my god.
So here's the deal.
Right now, my house, I love my house but it is a train wreck. It is falling apart in very precise ways that make it damn near impossible to keep the place clean. As a result, baths and showers are perfunctory, and you feel dirty again as soon as you step out to dry off.
But tonight. Oh my god. Kris got us a room at one of the hotels he works at so we could take long-ass baths, get hardcore clean and not feel dirty immediately afterwards. And oh my god. That was a religious experience. This is like the nicest of the hotels he works at, and that bathroom is fucking opulent is what it is, and the little shampoo and conditioner are packaged beautiful, bright colors in elegant test tubes, and they smell like heaven and the soap you guys, the little soap is nicer than anything I buy and there are clean towels and endless hot water. And I'd say I want to make love to that detachable showerhead but when I was done with it it was all, "Don't get clingy, baby," and I was all, "But detachable showerhead, run away with me!" and it was all, "You knew what this was" and I wasn't even mad because oh my god. I haven't felt this clean in ages.