I have, all my adult life subscribed to the beliefs of the Holy Lunching Friars of Voodoon
“lunch is at the center of man's temporal day & man's temporal day can be seen as an analogy of his spiritual life, so lunch should be a) seen as the center of man's spiritual life & b) held in jolly nice restaurants”
So in honor of Towel Day, I am taking my towel to a jolly nice restaurant for lunch.
Sadly there will be no Pan Galactic Gargleblasters consumed because I have to drive.