Monday, March 29, 2004
Peeing in public can get you arrested.
I think my friends and I need to remember this fact when we go out drinking. Saturday I ventured into Boston with one of my roomies and her cousin. Her cousin nicely offered to drive, and we all had a beer or two before leaving. Halfway there she suddenly got an urge to pee too strong to ignore. Since we were on the Pike, about to go into a tunnel, there was no place on the side of the road to pull over to take care of business. This is where our drunken minds took over. She pulled over, and I crawled into the drivers seat, she quickly ran to take my place in the back of the car. We located an empty McDonalds cup and she proceeded to relieve herself into it. She almost filled the damn thing (she had to stop before it overflowed), and threw it out of the window. I would have hated to be the person behind us, dodging pee bombs on the highway is not my idea of fun. After we stopped laughing about this we got to the parking garage, where she and I both peed one more time next to the car.
At the club we had fun, drinking and peeing (in the bathroom this time, just in case you doubted), peeing and laughing, dancing and peeing...you get the idea. Our bladders were working overtime.
Soon everyone was sleepy and craving McDonalds (maybe because of the earlier view of the arches on the cup), so we headed out. When we got to the car we all had to (you guessed it) pee again. We all dropped trou and started doing our business. My roomie's cousin and I were smart about it, having had a little more training earlier in the night, but my roomie did not put quite as much thought into it. She squatted right in front of our car, in the empty parking space in front of us. None of us recalled that we had parked right in front of the exit, and as it was 2 in the morning other bar hopping fools would be leaving as well. The sound of approaching tires had myself and the cousin pulling up our pants pronto. My roomie, on the other hand, was in too much bliss to even care. A car full of seven guys pulled past us, and the sound of their echoing laughter filled the garage. I started to laugh myself....until they reversed and stopped directly in front of my still urinating roomie. Running over I tried to stand in front of her to block their view, but this had no effect. One of the guys got out of the car and handed me a wad of napkins for my roomie to wipe with. She finished and got up, wiggling into her pants, the guys invited us to go to a hotel with them (maybe in some cultures peeing in public means you are looking to go party? I don't understand the logic here), and we jetted. It wasn't until the next day that we realized that the guys had probably gotten more of a peep show than we thought...but ce la vie..or should I say ce la pee? (I know that was horrible, but I could not help myself, my dad's corny pun gene took over).
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At the club we had fun, drinking and peeing (in the bathroom this time, just in case you doubted), peeing and laughing, dancing and peeing...you get the idea. Our bladders were working overtime.
Soon everyone was sleepy and craving McDonalds (maybe because of the earlier view of the arches on the cup), so we headed out. When we got to the car we all had to (you guessed it) pee again. We all dropped trou and started doing our business. My roomie's cousin and I were smart about it, having had a little more training earlier in the night, but my roomie did not put quite as much thought into it. She squatted right in front of our car, in the empty parking space in front of us. None of us recalled that we had parked right in front of the exit, and as it was 2 in the morning other bar hopping fools would be leaving as well. The sound of approaching tires had myself and the cousin pulling up our pants pronto. My roomie, on the other hand, was in too much bliss to even care. A car full of seven guys pulled past us, and the sound of their echoing laughter filled the garage. I started to laugh myself....until they reversed and stopped directly in front of my still urinating roomie. Running over I tried to stand in front of her to block their view, but this had no effect. One of the guys got out of the car and handed me a wad of napkins for my roomie to wipe with. She finished and got up, wiggling into her pants, the guys invited us to go to a hotel with them (maybe in some cultures peeing in public means you are looking to go party? I don't understand the logic here), and we jetted. It wasn't until the next day that we realized that the guys had probably gotten more of a peep show than we thought...but ce la vie..or should I say ce la pee? (I know that was horrible, but I could not help myself, my dad's corny pun gene took over).
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