honky tonk badonkadonk
i will never use the first floor restrooms in the SAC ever again.
never ever ever ever ever.
last night, while i was minding my own business and doing my darndest to distract anyone and everyone so that i could avoid studying, i thought to myself, "hey, i need to use the restroom." now i've always felt comfortable using the private bathrooms in the SAC. people have shared with me their anxiety about doing so, but i never paid that any heed. until last night.
[note: allan, on the blog that he recklessly deleted, had many a post dedicated to the proper behavior when using these specific bathrooms. i won't go into it all here, but to summarize: don't knock. why knock? if it's locked, it's locked. if not, feel free to enter.]
i mosey on over to the first bathroom and i begin to open the door. i hear some water running and think, "hmm. that's odd. why would the sink be running in an empty bathroom." I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED THERE. but in typical monica fashion, while asking far too probing of questions or anything else, i don't analyze before i continue. so i open the door fully to reveal a very awkward (freshman perhaps?) young man. and he is peeing. and it is horrible for of us. i think i mumbled something and ran away in shock.
to be honest, i could not pick this guy out of a crowd. the trauma of the event has made my mind a complete blank. and i think that's for the best.
in other news . . . . pirates has ended. i feel sad and happy and relieved and calm and restless and eager. i'm ready for thirteen things to start. and i'm excited that i'm directing two shows back to back that are so entirely different.
don't you just love spring??? I DO!!!!!! and i am counting down the seconds until spring break, which promises to be a delightful wonderful fabulous week. =)
never ever ever ever ever.
last night, while i was minding my own business and doing my darndest to distract anyone and everyone so that i could avoid studying, i thought to myself, "hey, i need to use the restroom." now i've always felt comfortable using the private bathrooms in the SAC. people have shared with me their anxiety about doing so, but i never paid that any heed. until last night.
[note: allan, on the blog that he recklessly deleted, had many a post dedicated to the proper behavior when using these specific bathrooms. i won't go into it all here, but to summarize: don't knock. why knock? if it's locked, it's locked. if not, feel free to enter.]
i mosey on over to the first bathroom and i begin to open the door. i hear some water running and think, "hmm. that's odd. why would the sink be running in an empty bathroom." I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED THERE. but in typical monica fashion, while asking far too probing of questions or anything else, i don't analyze before i continue. so i open the door fully to reveal a very awkward (freshman perhaps?) young man. and he is peeing. and it is horrible for of us. i think i mumbled something and ran away in shock.
to be honest, i could not pick this guy out of a crowd. the trauma of the event has made my mind a complete blank. and i think that's for the best.
in other news . . . . pirates has ended. i feel sad and happy and relieved and calm and restless and eager. i'm ready for thirteen things to start. and i'm excited that i'm directing two shows back to back that are so entirely different.
don't you just love spring??? I DO!!!!!! and i am counting down the seconds until spring break, which promises to be a delightful wonderful fabulous week. =)
posted by monica at 11:26 AM
6 Comments:
phallophobia, that's what you have...
now did it resemble sausage links?
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you will probably not like that I asked that question on your golb...but, abby will. so tell her and she'll laugh. (well, she probably already made a comment.)
i bet he'll remember to lock the door from now on
one time on tour, i walked in on adam loretto peeing in the bathroom of a coffee shop. we became good friends after that.
oh monica. i didn't hear about that one! i'm sorry! but once i saw a guy peeing too so i feel your pain.
haha poor kid.
three things:
1 - did you even see his "pee-pee" as you so call it?
2 - I guarantee he did it on purpose.
3 - Now you know what peeing while standing up sounds like for any recurrence of this situation.
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