Last night I went to a holiday party. It was a very nice affair at a bar/restaurant in the Wrigleyville area of Chicago. The attendees....well their identities are a secret for their own protection.
On arrival my first thought was better hit the bathroom before mingling. I walk over and the bathroom door is open and there's an attendant waiting. A female attendant.
Hmmm....a unisex bathroom? Remember those on Ally McBeal? I'm thinking I really don't want to pee with her there but what the Hell.
One step in and she pointed me to the men's bathroom. It had a male attendant. Phew...sorta.
Now I really don't want to pee with the dude watching either but I'm not walking down the street to McDonald's.
I finish up and head to the sink. He has the liquid soap and a towel ready. BTW...what if a guy doesn't want to wash his hands, what then? But I digress.
As I dry off I'm looking on the counter. There's all kinds of stuff. Lollipops, Snickers, toiletries and then there's condoms....both male and female.
If you aren't familiar with female condoms...well Google it. That isn't what this story is about.
At this point I'm not sure who has provided the condoms and I'm thinking....hmmm...is it that kind of party? Now I really don't know the people there very well but as a good reporter, I'm going to get to the bottom of this.
It turns out that the restaurant provided the bathroom goodies. No need for the condoms....well at least not for me.
I went back into the bathroom a second time. I wanted to take a picture to go with the column but I chickened out. Damn male attendant.
I did notice one other thing. The condoms were strawberry flavored. DESSERT!!!
Nothing says Merry Christmas like strawberry condoms although they're really more of a New Year's treat.
I really do need to get out more.