Fish Eye

A small group of us went to the Home bar after a failed mission of gallery hopping. It's been proven time and time again that Chicago is still number 1 for gallery openings - even in the cold.

Okay re-focus!

Needing to tinkle I made my way through the non-existing crowd and used the little ladies room. Mid-piss I had a deja-vu.

"This is not the first time I've used this toilet, but this is the first time I've been here".

Or is it. Flashbacks came pouring in. I definitely had one on one time here. I definitely had one on one time outside. And across the street, the park, bodega, stairwells, and possibly cab ride. Same guy before you guys start to mutter "slat" under your breath.

Shet. And here I was thinking I didn't get any love this summer when I was making love all over the lower east side. I then felt remorseful - who in their right mind gives up scandalous sex? Besides me.

Then my bestie's menacing Obi-Wan Kenobi awoke me from my day-dream, "ALL YOU GIRLS ARE THE SAME, YOU ALL LIKE GETTING ABUSED".

I have no idea what he's referring to - cause I know he ain't talking about me - but it made me realize I was in the restroom for way too long. And to make a post dedicated to summer.