water closet

So ok it's been a month, what can I say? My life is boring. Actually I was in Nova Scotia for a week visiting friends and family and better yet introducing my boyfriend, who came with me, to friends and family. It was a very successful trip. In fact I get the feeling that my friends and family like him more than they like me. But hey what can I say? I have good taste in men. But did my parents really have to buy him a present and give me nothing ... well ok they gave birth to me and fed and clothed me and the love stuff sure, but hellooooo maybe I would like some presents too.

He had a great time too, in fact he was happier then I think I have ever seen him for such a long period. Not that he's miserable or anything but it was just a whole week of a really good happy mood even when I was having a pissy fit or two. Again what can I say? He's a great guy, but I'll stop with the gushing over my boyfriend, he will get mad at me.

So on the last night of the trip we stopped in Cornwall for the night. It was great because it had a nice big indoor pool. We went for a swim, got a pizza watched TV and had all the sex we missed while staying with my parents. Well ok maybe not all of it, but you know, it was a hotel so we put forth our best effort.

I was dead tired after all the pizza and swimming ;) and I was sleeping like a rock. But of course being me and being cursed with what has to be the worlds smallest bladder I woke up at some ungodly hour really needing to pee. I was still mostly asleep but I got up anyway. I didn't want to turn on the lights because that hurts when you are asleep and the room is dark and you turn on the light. Even in the dark I couldn't manage to open my eyes very much ... or maybe I was just asleep. I get to the bathroom door and I try to walk in but there was something in my way. What the hell? So I feel down and its some sort of rack. So I figure Jason had taken our swimsuits off the shower curtain rod and had laid them out to dry on this clothes rack. So I start to pull it out but its awkward and heavier then the clothing rack and I say "hey!! what did you do? why did you put this here?" Waking up my boyfriend who proceeded to get up and put the suitcase rack back in the closet and steer me in the direction of the bathroom.

He was, of course, laughing. As was I once I got to the bathroom and managed to wake up. So luckily the rack was there. Nothing like think the hotel closet is the can when you're still asleep and trying to pee.