Thoughts from the night out at the bar wherein The Archaeologist stood us up (again!):
Upon entering the bathroom
It’s so weird that there are urinals in the girls washroom! It must be one of those Ally McBeal-esque unisex ones.
Upon sitting on the toilet
Um, actually, I’m in a guys washroom. I’m not drunk – I swear.
Upon exiting said washroom
Yup, that is definitely the traditional male bathroom pictogram
Bar room chatter:
Team Gingerbread: Uh, who are you texting?
The Pansy: No one.
Team Gingerbread: Is it The Goth Girl – who was actually supposed to come out as well, but instead stayed home to entertain with her manfriend. (thinking for a minute) Is it The Gentle Giant?
The Pansy: Maybe.
Team Gingerbread: He texted you?
The Pansy: I may have texted him…
Team Gingerbread: What happened to “Fuck that! I’m totally not talking to him first!?!
The Pansy: (devilish grin)