The band usually practiced down in the unfinished basement, except when their roommates were doing laundry. Then the girls would hang their bras and panties and negligees up to dry, stringing the unmentionables all throughout the large, open area, and Doug claimed it messed with their acoustics. Larry thought maybe the girls didn’t like the thought of their underwear being ogled by a bunch of itinerant musicians, particularly guys who lived upstairs from them, and had asked if maybe they couldn’t not practice whenever the clothes were drying. Knowing Doug, he probably got off on it a little bit, pretending the bras had been flung up on stage by adoring fans, or something.
Besides the washer and dryer in one corner, and the aging water heater in the other, the basement was pretty bare exce
