Ron gets a buff no-prize for bringing us news of a most interesting dining experience:

The diners arrived at a nice Manhattan restaurant on a cold February night and stripped off coats, hats, gloves and scarves. They didn’t stop there.

Skirts, shirts, pants, underwear and stockings all ended up stashed in plastic bags by the bar as the patrons got naked for the monthly “Clothing Optional Dinner.”

The thing is, it's been my experience that the people who most want to be seen naked are the ones I'd least like to see with clothes on. And then there's a whole host of folks who just don't care, who simply enjoy the lifestyle. So we're almost certainly not talking about a night filled with naked Claudia Schiffer and Jonny Depp clones. Instead, it'd probably be a night filled with people like your aunt Judy and cousin Frank. Again, nothing wrong with that, but definitely not the "lookee-loo" sort of thing people initially imagine when the word "nudist" pops up.