velvet cake...velvet elvis...

went to dinner last night with the "clique"





..we decided to forgo the usual haunts in the polaris area and went to figlio instead....mmmmm i ate more pasta than i should while trying to lose weight, accompanied, of course, by some cabernet and for the grand finale, red velvet cake. (hey i shared it with two others, so it barely counts right???)





then we ditched the one husband who came for dinner and it was off to play some pool at a local bar. when i got there, i went directly to the bathroom (the wine working on me) now i know i seem to write about my bathroom experiences quite a bit, but for some reason, weird shit happens to me in public restrooms on a regular basis....maybe i should consider a catheter or something so i don't have to use them...



so i go in, aand there is one stall and it is occupied...the "door" for the stall is an old western style swinging door that doesn't close all the way, thus alowing the poor souls waiting in line a free show. i notice right away that there is a bucket on the floor in front of the woman's feet and my immediate thought is oh jeebus...tell me she's not puking and shitting because if i have to watch this, i'm gonna need lots more beer and perhaps a ventilator.....



but, she's not puking thank goodness, it seems that this fine establishment was experiencing some roof leakage and rather than spring for a repairman, they decided to allow asbestos tainted water to freely drip down into a dirty bucket that is placed about 5 inches from where my face, and possibly more importantly, my hoohoo was about to be. but i had to go....... damnit.... i swing through the doors like the brave cowgirl and try to mentally calculate how i can hover (no way i'm touching that seat) without peeing on myself while dodging the likely poisonous drops coming down from a ceiling that looked like it was ready to cave any second now. the result was some sort of awkward squat-wiggle that looked a good bit like the drunk uncle that seems to be at every wedding i've ever been to dancing the twist during the "little bit softer now" part. the woman who just vacated the stall decided that i didn't have enough to do or concentrate on, so she stuck around to tell me her life history and how much she loved this bar. all i could do was grunt responses while i tried not to piss on myself....



after all the bathroom fun, we played a couple games of pool which i surprisingly won and then left to see "he's just not that into you"...i have to be honest...this movie sucked. it had some cute moments and some funny ones, but overall, i felt bad that my poor work hubby had wasted his cash getting me in.



so, that was my friday night.....tonight i'm going out with some friends again, so if i have any more bathroom drama, you can be sure that you'll all know by sunday!