Favorite door in town: Rio Rita ladies. I'm such a sucker for shabbychic (sometimes).
Strongest flush: would have to be Cafe Mundi. My whole cellular communication device went down a few months ago and is now, somewhere, in the waterways of America. How many cell phones do you think they pull from water treatments plants everyday? And how about all that lovely jewelery those guys must find and give to their wives!
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Monday, June 2, 2008
PUBLIC SICKOS
I never really thought I would be one of those people that couldn't piss in public. Those primadonnas that'll hold two hours to pee in their own pink powderroom. And I'm still not, but I'm getting there....and here is the thing: one pube on the seat will ruin an otherwise pleasant trip. And these are "LADIES" rooms I'm talking about. I end up having to pee at H.E.B. a lot. I go to the store, realize I have to pee, and just want to get it out of the way before I do my grocery shopping. It would really help if everyone could consider that someone is going in there after them and just do a spot check after. Yes, I realize what goes on before I'm in there, but I don't need a visual reminder of what has been on that seat before me. If you left something behind, just take five seconds to wipe off the seat for goddesssake! I don't want to become one of those hover-ers because then you just end up pissing all over the seat, then someone comes along and sits in that! Stop the madness. Usually I am really glad that I don't have a penis, but sometimes..........
The other thing that really turned me off of public bathrooms, especially at the movies, were the bathroom scenes in this sorry it's not on youtube:(
and btw,here is a great list from list universe of top 15 bathroom scenes in movies:link
Pees Out for now!
The other thing that really turned me off of public bathrooms, especially at the movies, were the bathroom scenes in this sorry it's not on youtube:(
and btw,here is a great list from list universe of top 15 bathroom scenes in movies:link
Pees Out for now!
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
L is for long lines (L_M_N_L and Long Branch)
So Saturday night I went to an art show at the L_M_N_L. My friends Mike and Chrissy we're involved. It was fun and I enjoyed the art. They had some free beer which was great. After a couple started to look around for a bathroom, didn't see one. talked to a couple of people, smoked a cigarette..
But down to business... the forbidden bathroom was a single unisex. It actually belonged to the print shop next door and wasn't intended for art show use (or so I was told) and was well-hidden. Behind the keg, behind the door, up the stairs, down the hall. While staring at doors trying to pick one an angel of urination appears to show me the way. Four more halls, three doorways, to finally arrive at a very long line: two boys three girls. They say they are all in line. I stare around at screens and paint and tables, so as to not stare at these peeps who all know each other. A boy emerges from the bathroom, all the girls make jokes about how he was pooping and how someone else also has to poop, then the BIG reveal. They were actually not in line , but only waiting for said pooper to emerge. YESSS! That makes me second in line, behind a gentleman who was very quick. Bless him in the afterlife, oh great spirit!
Flash forward a couple of hours, Long Branch Inn. A ladies single use, a men's single use. First trip, I tried to walk right in only to be informed that there was a chick waiting. Oh, sorry. No problem. Talk with another girl who comes up behind me. Cool earrings, thanks so-and-so gave em too me blahblahblah. I notice a guy walk in on another guy (lock the door assholes) and a men's line form. Next trip, I end up next to my friend Amit, who is waiting for the little boys. He says to me, that "this is the only place in town where the men's room line is always longer than the ladies and what the hell do they do in there anyway?" Compasionless, I tell him to quit whining to me about it and to blog about it instead.
While I wait for him to come out I run in to the girl I sold my Honda to a few months back. She had seemed cool at the time, so I was kind of intrigued to see her out and scared at the same time that something had gone wrong with the car, but we didn't make it that far before Amit drug me away. Thanks Buddy.....
And now here my loser ass is blogging about it.........
But down to business... the forbidden bathroom was a single unisex. It actually belonged to the print shop next door and wasn't intended for art show use (or so I was told) and was well-hidden. Behind the keg, behind the door, up the stairs, down the hall. While staring at doors trying to pick one an angel of urination appears to show me the way. Four more halls, three doorways, to finally arrive at a very long line: two boys three girls. They say they are all in line. I stare around at screens and paint and tables, so as to not stare at these peeps who all know each other. A boy emerges from the bathroom, all the girls make jokes about how he was pooping and how someone else also has to poop, then the BIG reveal. They were actually not in line , but only waiting for said pooper to emerge. YESSS! That makes me second in line, behind a gentleman who was very quick. Bless him in the afterlife, oh great spirit!
Flash forward a couple of hours, Long Branch Inn. A ladies single use, a men's single use. First trip, I tried to walk right in only to be informed that there was a chick waiting. Oh, sorry. No problem. Talk with another girl who comes up behind me. Cool earrings, thanks so-and-so gave em too me blahblahblah. I notice a guy walk in on another guy (lock the door assholes) and a men's line form. Next trip, I end up next to my friend Amit, who is waiting for the little boys. He says to me, that "this is the only place in town where the men's room line is always longer than the ladies and what the hell do they do in there anyway?" Compasionless, I tell him to quit whining to me about it and to blog about it instead.
While I wait for him to come out I run in to the girl I sold my Honda to a few months back. She had seemed cool at the time, so I was kind of intrigued to see her out and scared at the same time that something had gone wrong with the car, but we didn't make it that far before Amit drug me away. Thanks Buddy.....
And now here my loser ass is blogging about it.........
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