Sex In An Elevator

Great piece by Mark Morford recommended by a new friend of mine, about what really matters in life.

This much we know: There are only a finite number of breaths left in your life. There are only a finite number of times you will have sex in an elevator and a finite number of times you will drink $200 bottles of wine and a finite number of times you will scream your orgasmic joys and endure horrible Texas presidents and eat raw oysters and buy $250 designer jeans and suck down too much Halloween candy and howl at the moon. And so on.

Don't miss the whole thing. BTW, is it okay to do it in one of those glass elevators?

Warning: Mark's piece is more about family and less about sex than I may be leading you to believe here.