"uni-WHAT"

Maybe it is just me but the “World of Blogs” seems a bit dead lately. Maybe it is the arrival of spring. Maybe it is a universal shift in the planetary momentum of the gravitational pull upon us. I don’t know. But I am suffering from it too. I feel uninspired and nothing really exciting is happening.
Oh, wait. Something rather odd and out of the norm happened on Friday night. I took one of the executives from our office out. He is from another country and knows no one here so I figured why not. After several attempts at some really dull bars, we landed in this pub of sorts where one of those “Free thinking Hippie Type” bands were playing. It was a good crowd and a nice atmosphere. He seemed to enjoy it and although we were totally out of place coming straight from work in our business duds, no one seemed to care. We drank, smoked and danced with some very lovely young and free spirited ladies, most which had more hair under their arms than I. After several pints of Amber Bock and a few Crown and Cokes, nature was calling and my eyes were floating. I asked the gorgeous, built bar chick where the potty was. She pointed and I was off. When I got there, something was off. I felt it, yet due to the alcohol and the urge to piss, I ignored whatever “it” was. The bathroom was large and square, very open. No stalls, just and urinal and a traditional shitter. I pulled up to the urinal and released the boys for some air and to relieve myself. It was one of those “I have been drinking” long ass pisses. Half way through, the door opens (and I can see all of the bar outside and they can see me) and this rather hot chick enters, says “Hello”, drops trou and sits on the toilet behind me and starts pissing. I begin to wonder if I entered the wrong bathroom, “but there is a urinal” I rationalize. Not only is there a hot chick pissing behind me, she starts asking me how I like the band, what a great place and BLAH, BLAH, BLAH. I am done and give Jimmy my man a good shake and zip up. I turn to wash the hands and she is sitting there fully exposed pissing and just talking away. I nod my head like I am listening or that I care. I dry my hands while she wipes the ginny, pulls up her pants and takes my place at the sink area. I tell her that it was nice meeting her (I have never pissed with a chick before) and awkwardly open the door to leave. I see the sign on the door says “Unisex”. Never the less, it was a very odd experience and still I am not sure how I feel about the whole ordeal.
Hopefully the world we know as blogs will catch their second wind and be back strong these next few days. If not, well, there is always “Myspace”.