After three margaritas with double shots of tequila (happy hour - gotta love it) I had the sudden urge to pee. I asked Jeckyl to gather my things (purse, ipaq, phone) and to meet me at the door.
I get directions to the loo, but because I'm feeling so sloppy I take a wrong turn and wind up watching the cook fry some burgers. When I realize I still have to go, I turn around and make my way back down the hall. Urgh. My bladder is losing it's patience. I continue to search for the ladies room and my feet finally come to a hault when I spot the sign that reads, "Women." Ahhhh, relief! I burst through the bathroom door.
"What are you doing in here?" I find myself asking, as I make my way to a stall. He looks surprised to see me. "Wha?"
Oh no. There's a urinal in here. His pants are open. This is totally messed up. "Me? What are you doing in here?"
"Oh sorry. Nothing I haven't already seen on a man before!" I holler out as I hazily make my way next door and find a much needed relief. Damn Bar. Wouldn't you know the sign said 'Women' on the door, but it was pointing to the door next to it.
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
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