From the same woman who ran her dog through the carwash (after a fecal incident, ironically), here is today's creative solution.
When I got to the gym for water aerobics, I found that the towel in my gym bag was not a fresh, fluffy towel, but a still-really-wet from Thursday's class towel. I usually swap them out as soon as I get home from the gym, but the gin and tonics must have been really calling Thursday night.
I had a bright idea and left my towel in the dry sauna for the duration of my class and prayed no one would steal its damp $5.99 Target goodness.
When I got out, I had a lovely warm, kinda crispy towel. I r jeenius.