European

Regarding the trough urinal, with facing mirror, at The Edge:

Me: “Yeah, I have to be pretty drunk to use that bathroom.”
Straight Girl: “I was pretty drunk.”
[eyes bug completely out of my head]

Apparently, last week after Lorenzo a Go-Go, while our crowd was waiting in line at Badlands…

SG: “I was dying to pee so I went into that bar next door.”
Me, frightened: “What bar next door?”
SG: “I dunno. The one on the corner.”
“The Edge? You ducked into the Edge to pee?
“I guess so.”
“The dark, cruisy, leather/bear bar?”
“Yeah. That’s the one.”
Barely above a whisper, “Oh Lord...”
“Exactly. So I make a bee line for the bathroom…”
“The one with the trough?”
“That’s the one. But I didn't know that until I walked up. But I couldn’t process. I started to step in but just stopped and stared. Not starting at. Just unable to process that through and deal with it. Luckily some guy grabbed me by the elbows and spun me around and pointed me to the one-at-a-time saying, “Honey, you want that one.”
Me, with low rumblings of uncontrollable laughter, “Oh my God. You went into the trough urinal at the Edge. You know there’s a mirror facing in that bathroom.”
SG: “I know. I don’t know how you deal with that.”
Me: “Yeah, I have to be pretty drunk to use that bathroom.”
SG: “I was pretty drunk.”
Me: “Oh God, they way you said that makes it sound like you used it.”