So, as a good amount of my readers know, I am the kind of gal who enjoys a night on the town with a couple libations. However, all good things, at times, possess some negative qualities.
One of my main complaints about alcohol is the fact that it makes me have to pee quite often. I know this is not an uncommon complaint about liquor. I guess, moreso, my issue is that, often times when I've had a couple and have to pee, I don't realize it until there's an extreme sense of urgency in the matter. I don't know if it has something to do with alcohol impairing one's judgment, or alcohol slowing one's reactions, or something else entirely, but I do think it's worthwhile that scientists might but some time and money into researching this pressing matter.
Anyhow. I can think of one particular instance this got me into a little bit of trouble. I ended up going out for byob sushi with three other ladies. I love byobs because, unlike in the aforementioned post, I know I'm not getting ripped off on alcohol. It's easy to coordinate with friends to rotate bringing a bottle to share. On this particular night, we four girls ended up bringing four bottles.
So, we sat and drank four bottles over a period of a couple hours whilst consuming some delicious sushi. I remember making one rest stop whilst at the restaurant (as the Monday morning quarterback, I keep going over this in my head).
After we finished our food and wine, we decided to meet up with a friend who is a bartender at a local pub. This is dangerous because we got free drinks. Again, it wasn't the liquor content that ultimately ended up being the problem, but rather, the liquid content over the beverage. Who knew?
Anyhow, after a short period of time, we all decided it was time to call it a night and go our separate ways. I jumped in to a cab. Approximately right after I sat down in said taxi, I realized the little problem I had at hand. I had to pee. I was in Wicker Park, on my way back to Lakeview. Ok, it's all right, I'm on my way back home - I'll be there shortly.
Well, upon being in said taxi for about two minutes, I realized the issue was a little more, err, pressing than I realized. I tried to distract myself by texting with my phone, but it soon became uncomfortable to sit in any position because my oversized bladder was now the size of a small child inside me.
Somewhere along Ashland Avenue, I came to the realization that I wasn't going to make it. I was in too much physical pain. I had only been in the cab around 7 min, but I realized it would be at least another 3 min before I got home, and that was too much. I wasn't sure what to do.
Apparently, the cab driver was on to the fact that there was a problem as well - most likely because I was unconsciously whimpering. "Are you ok, ma'am?" It was so sweet of him to be concerned - I let the 'ma'am' go. I frantically looked around. Nearby, there was a bar called 'Tais Til 4'. Prior to this night, I was not very familiar with Tais Til 4. However, upon initial viewing, it looked like the kind of bar that might let a girl fly in, use the bathroom, and fly out.
"Uh, actually, can you stop right here?" I paid the cabbie. I don't remember if they checked my ID at the door. I made a beeline for the ladies room. Thank goodness there was no line. This might have been because, I believe at the time, I was the only female in said place.
The bathroom was shockingly clean. I instantly felt so much better - that was, for a second, until I realized I had to do 'the walk of shame'. Based on the layout of the bar, my straight shot from the door to the washroom was witnessed by the four 'truck driver-esque' gentlemen at the bar, plus the bartender (my real concern - perhaps this kind of patronage is frowned upon by employees). I emerged slowly. Sure enough, they were all staring at me.
"Uhh." I was trying to debate my strategy. Do I bolt? Do I pretend I'm looking for a friend in the back room? Do I stand there and text and look busy? At this point, the individuals at the bar were cracking up.
"It's ok, you can come in here and use our washroom." I wasn't sure if the bartender was joking or being serious, but he was laughing, so I took it he wasn't too mad. I took out a couple singles, plunked it down on the bar, proclaimed "I'm sure you're a great bartender. Thank you." (which was met with more laughter from the peanut gallery) and high-tailed it out of there. I have never spent a considerable amount of time in Tais Til 4, but after this pleasant experience, I am tempted to go back. And not just for a rest stop.
Thank you, Tais and the kind cab driver, for being there for me.
One of my main complaints about alcohol is the fact that it makes me have to pee quite often. I know this is not an uncommon complaint about liquor. I guess, moreso, my issue is that, often times when I've had a couple and have to pee, I don't realize it until there's an extreme sense of urgency in the matter. I don't know if it has something to do with alcohol impairing one's judgment, or alcohol slowing one's reactions, or something else entirely, but I do think it's worthwhile that scientists might but some time and money into researching this pressing matter.
Anyhow. I can think of one particular instance this got me into a little bit of trouble. I ended up going out for byob sushi with three other ladies. I love byobs because, unlike in the aforementioned post, I know I'm not getting ripped off on alcohol. It's easy to coordinate with friends to rotate bringing a bottle to share. On this particular night, we four girls ended up bringing four bottles.
So, we sat and drank four bottles over a period of a couple hours whilst consuming some delicious sushi. I remember making one rest stop whilst at the restaurant (as the Monday morning quarterback, I keep going over this in my head).
After we finished our food and wine, we decided to meet up with a friend who is a bartender at a local pub. This is dangerous because we got free drinks. Again, it wasn't the liquor content that ultimately ended up being the problem, but rather, the liquid content over the beverage. Who knew?
Anyhow, after a short period of time, we all decided it was time to call it a night and go our separate ways. I jumped in to a cab. Approximately right after I sat down in said taxi, I realized the little problem I had at hand. I had to pee. I was in Wicker Park, on my way back to Lakeview. Ok, it's all right, I'm on my way back home - I'll be there shortly.
Well, upon being in said taxi for about two minutes, I realized the issue was a little more, err, pressing than I realized. I tried to distract myself by texting with my phone, but it soon became uncomfortable to sit in any position because my oversized bladder was now the size of a small child inside me.
Somewhere along Ashland Avenue, I came to the realization that I wasn't going to make it. I was in too much physical pain. I had only been in the cab around 7 min, but I realized it would be at least another 3 min before I got home, and that was too much. I wasn't sure what to do.
Apparently, the cab driver was on to the fact that there was a problem as well - most likely because I was unconsciously whimpering. "Are you ok, ma'am?" It was so sweet of him to be concerned - I let the 'ma'am' go. I frantically looked around. Nearby, there was a bar called 'Tais Til 4'. Prior to this night, I was not very familiar with Tais Til 4. However, upon initial viewing, it looked like the kind of bar that might let a girl fly in, use the bathroom, and fly out.
"Uh, actually, can you stop right here?" I paid the cabbie. I don't remember if they checked my ID at the door. I made a beeline for the ladies room. Thank goodness there was no line. This might have been because, I believe at the time, I was the only female in said place.
The bathroom was shockingly clean. I instantly felt so much better - that was, for a second, until I realized I had to do 'the walk of shame'. Based on the layout of the bar, my straight shot from the door to the washroom was witnessed by the four 'truck driver-esque' gentlemen at the bar, plus the bartender (my real concern - perhaps this kind of patronage is frowned upon by employees). I emerged slowly. Sure enough, they were all staring at me.
"Uhh." I was trying to debate my strategy. Do I bolt? Do I pretend I'm looking for a friend in the back room? Do I stand there and text and look busy? At this point, the individuals at the bar were cracking up.
"It's ok, you can come in here and use our washroom." I wasn't sure if the bartender was joking or being serious, but he was laughing, so I took it he wasn't too mad. I took out a couple singles, plunked it down on the bar, proclaimed "I'm sure you're a great bartender. Thank you." (which was met with more laughter from the peanut gallery) and high-tailed it out of there. I have never spent a considerable amount of time in Tais Til 4, but after this pleasant experience, I am tempted to go back. And not just for a rest stop.
Thank you, Tais and the kind cab driver, for being there for me.
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