Smoke and... more smoke?

The worst part about going to concerts easily has to be the fact that you get home smelling like a bar. Of course, the clothes you wear to a concert are often, by definition, some of your favorites. Even though you know you're going to smell like crap afterwards, and you're going to sweat a lot, and probably get tossed around a bit, if not had some vile liquid spilled/tossed/vomited on you, you want to look cool in case you run into someone else cool who isn't with another person who looks cooler than you. Even if you have no intention of picking someone up, this is still a concern (it's all about potential futures, not about realities). As part of the cool, you also want to be declaring to the band your allegiance to their sphere of sub-culture. You don't go to Jann Arden wearing Slayer, or anyone wearing Rush, it's strange and insulting in a way. So you dress your coolest, then come home smelling like a construction worker, a smell that's fine if you're in your construction worker clothes, but isn't something you want permeating you cool clothes which you may need to attract cool people, or cool employers.

I realize that the smell is probably the least of tobacco's evils, but I forgot to do my laundry. Where'd I leave the Fabreeze, or whatever they call that stuff...