Day 2 - "I got some business to do..."

(June 7, 2010)

So after a day of being out and about in New York City we finally were on our way back to our apartment. We had been pretty much on the go all day, which didn't leave any of us with much time to..."go." They also had been feeding us for free all day, so you can imagine that most of us were filled up to the brim.

Especially my new roomie.

The ENTIRE way home she was swaying, and holding, and clutching, and clenching. She just kept repeating, "Ooo-wee, have I got to go." Which is fine I get it, we've all been there, but I mean come on! We all just met, I think you can keep it together a little bit more.

So we get up to our apartment and I open the door. I expect her to run straight for the bathroom, but she doesn't, she goes to her bed and starts checking her computer.

Now I was off to a party and needed to get ready so I said she should go pee and then I'll get ready after she's done. She looks at me shocked at my suggestion and says, "No, you go pee first and do your thing. I have to pee, but I got a whole lotta other business to tend to in there too, and you won't want to use it after."

Now if you know me, I'm not really one to divulge my bathroom habits publicly, which is what makes this blog so revolutionary to me, but you can imagine as someone who hates discussing bodily functions that involve bowel movements I was absolutely horrified by my roommates statement.

But I didn't let it show. I just said, "Ok" and went about my own business. Clearly I wanted her to get in there ASAP before she exploded, so I took all of 2 minutes to use the bathroom, and then finished getting ready with my hand mirror on my bureau.

Well when I was done in the bathroom she flew in there like a bat out of hell. Understandable. Slammed the door, again, understandable, and then gave a huge, highly audible sigh of relief. Again, TOTALLY understandable.

However the parts that I do not understand are as follows:
-It took me 30mins to get ready and leave; she remained in the bathroom that entire time.
-Strange groans and moans were coming from the bathroom, with the occasional, "Oh, Shit" (pun intended I believe).
-After one rather strong moan she yells from the bathroom, "Did you hear that...was that the doorbell." To Which I responded, "No, uhh...no no ones at the door." "Oh, ok," she said to that.

Throughout this whole ordeal I did manage to pretty myself up and get out to the party. As I left she yelled from the bathroom, "Bye Caitlin, have fun at the party!" (she had also flushed at least 3 times at the point). I thanked her and left as I shuddered out the door.

Now granted, we all have those days, I get it. However, I would not have started this blog if there was not more...

And so begins my summer of Bathroomie Behavior...and may God have mercy on us all.