Monday, August 3, 2009

Drinking and Peeing

Alcohol lies to me. It tells me that I'm not nearly as drunk as I really am. It seduces me into thinking that the fifth bottle of Mich Ultra, the third dirty martini, the fourth Jeager bomb are a great idea when in fact I am solidly on track for a night of embarrassment and vomiting, and a morning of headachy hangover regret. Alchohol is the devil.

There are some things that, at my advanced age, I have managed to figure out. One thing I know about myself is that I think, nay, I know, that public restrooms are scary and gross, always. Even the ones that look clean still have incipient germies that are just waiting to leap onto my privates and have a party. I know this, with every single molecule of my being, and will not be talked out of it by "scientific studies" that "prove" otherwise.

So my fail-safe drunk-o-meter is: peeing. I can tell how drunk I am by just thinking about going to the bathroom. If the idea of putting my delicate bare bottom directly onto a toilet seat seems reasonable, I need to stop drinking immediately.

If I'm sober or close to it, I follow my usual routine of cringing into a stall, pulling off the top few sheets of toilet paper and tossing them into the toilet (they are contaminated with invisible toilet-flushing germy spray), pull off a "clean" wad of toilet paper, and hover above the toilet seat while making sure none of my clothing is touching any part of the toilet base. Upon exiting the stall, I wash my hands, then open the bathroom door with a paper towel. If the restroom was spectacularly gross, like in a rest stop or a convenience store, I then follow up with some hand sanitizer.

If I am buzzy but not drunk, I will loop happily into the restroom, hover above the seat while hanging onto the stall door, wash my hands and not worry too much about touching the door handle on the way out. If I am drunk, I'll plop my butt right down onto the seat. I'll flush the toilet -- hopefully I'll remember to flush the toilet -- with my hand instead of my foot. I'll most likely primp a bit in front of the mirror and then bounce out the door, completely forgetting to wash my hands.

One terrible, awful, very bad night saw me staggering into the bathroom, peeing on myself slightly when I couldn't fumble open my pants fast enough, tipping sideways off the toilet seat (because of the spinning restroom, you know), staggering directly back out into the bar without stopping at the sink or even glancing in the mirror (whether or not I flushed remains a mystery).

So now, after I have one drink, I'll do a systems status check: would I sit on a toilet seat? If the answer is no, I might have one more drink. If the answer is yes, alarm klaxons go off in my head that send me looking for a bottle of water and something solid to eat, like an entire loaf of bread, maybe.


  1. this is funny! i see you also have a touch of that OCD thing that i have about public restrooms. LOL

  2. Ellen this is hysterical! (Well maybe not for you at the time....) Your pee-o-meter sounds like great guide - I hope you continue to follow it!

  3. Ha! Thanks, both of you.

    Angella, it's not OCD, it's just being REASONABLE. :)

    Ok, maybe it's a little weird... I admit, I had a nightmare last night about a scary unusable public restroom.

  4. "(they are contaminated with invisible toilet-flushing germy spray)"

    Oh aaaaaallgg !! I NEVER thought of that before, oh gag. I've survived this long without tearing those off but I doubt I'll be able in good concious to CONTINUE my dirty paper using. Gross (and funny as hell by the way :P )

  5. ROFL Ellen. I KNEW we were kindred spirits. Every single precautionary thing you mention (including pulling the outer layer or TP off and discarding, due to potential "spray") I do... and have done. My kids were only allowed to use public restrooms in the direst of emergencies and, even then, they never heard the last of it. Now that they're older the mantra "don't touch ANYTHING" echos behind them when--in fits of defiance--they set off to visit a public restroom.

    You are such a good writer. Thanks for making my evening.

    P.S. Oh...and you're spot-on about the alcohol meter as well...

  6. OCD or reasonable.

    I like to think reasonable.

    The last Bachelorette series "Reid" was called neurotic. The example given was that he washes his fruit/veggies before eating them. HELLO?? That should be NORMAL cause not doing so is GROSS!!!

  7. Lindy - sorry if I've given you something new to worry about. :)

    Tracey - my mom used to admonish me not to ever touch anything in public restrooms, too! Come to think of it, if I am OCD and unreasonable I can probably just blame it on her. Awesome!

    vaalea - I've never watched the Bachelorette, but if they think that washing fruit/veggies before eating them is neurotic, then they are all INSANE.


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