I absolutely blame the architects who designed the night club for what happened. Just two stalls in the women's restroom, for a busy nightclub? Really? Maybe alcohol shares some responsibility too for that crazy night, as Lucy and I had more than a few beers (hence the need to use the facilities.) The club was featuring a musician, and at intermission, everyone had the same idea. So, there we were, standing in a long line outside the women's restroom. The line stretched out into the hall. The men's room, on the other hand, had no line and men came and went in a jiffy. Our boyfriends had long since used the restroom and were waiting for us at our table.
"This is unfair," my friend Lucy said. "We'll never get back to our seats in time. Let's use the men's room."
"We can't do that," I said, innocently thinking that we couldn't do that.
"You're still living in the last century, Molly. We were liberated in the 1960s. Follow me," she said.
The next thing I knew, she was pulling my arm and we marched into the men's room. It was, not unexpectedly, full of men. It had two stalls too, one of which a man was just leaving. We raced past some waiting men into the empty stall. The two of us in turn used the toilet to relieve ourselves.
We left the stall and approached a common urinal, basically a tile wall with a drain. Men were standing before it, penises protruding from their slacks, urinating.
"Let's get out of here," I said.
"Not so fast," my intrepid friend advised. "This is something you don't see every day."
Now, I'm not a prude, but the sight of a half dozen penises isn't something I'm used to. In truth, the total number of penises that I've known on an intimate level could be counted on one hand. This was new territory. Lucy and I positioned ourselves against a wall, and watched.
There were a few raised eyebrows, but mostly bemused looks from the men. We observed as men came, did their business, left and were replaced by others. There were a few penises of impressive length or girth, but most were run of the mill (I was able to make that judgment as my familiarity level with the male organ was rising exponentially by the minute.)
