LaLaLand

The dam broke and I’m not talking about the Oroville Dam in California.  As you know, three of us were recently together.  While we spent time with each other, we sometimes broke off to do our own thing, and that’s what happened one night.

Our hotel had a movie theatre – the same one we went to see 50 Shades Darker on Friday.  Well, Sunday night, PK and I decided to see the movie La La Land.  Ella chose wisely.  Seriously, it wasn’t that it wasn’t good; I only think it was not what we thought it would be.  The acting was great, the story so so.

Anyway, I digress.  Let me preface the rest by saying that some people’s bladders are stronger than others.  I don’t visit too many restrooms whilst my companions are compiling a list and visit every bathroom they see. 

Sunday, as PK and I left the movie we both agreed that a visit to the restroom was needed but we could make it to our room.  We pushed the elevator button, the doors open, we step in.  The elevator doors close and we’re chatting away in our own little world.  When the doors opened again, we step out and look around. A moment of utter confusion set in as we realized we were still at the starting point. 

PK and I were laughing so damn hard that I started to pee my pants.  I hunched over to try to stem the tide to no avail.  We push the elevator button again, still hysterically laughing.  I could no longer hold back and the dam broke.  Yup, I peed my pants.  My pants got a thorough golden shower, complete with puddle on the floor. 

By the time we reached the room, we were still laughing so hard, Ella didn’t know what to make of it.  She was concerned for PK who was still laughing so hard, she couldn’t catch her breath.  I, of course, was in the bathroom shedding articles of clothing.

Needless to say, we were still laughing well into the night and the next day.  This has to be the defining story of this adventure.

See you later for more Aimless Ramblings.