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May 22 Done like Desperate Housewives*** W A R N I N G ***
IF YOU HAVE TAPED THE SEASON FINALE AND DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS, DO NOT READ THIS ENTRY!
Well it wasn't the ending I was thinking it would be, but it was an entertaining close to the second season of one of my favourite shows.
Edie was mysteriously absent from any appearances, as was Andrew. I found this very interesting considering that they are the two most evil characters from the show...up until now, that is.
Bree sent homosexual son Andrew packing in the last episode after he slept with her bisexual boyfriend
Orson, the mysterious new dentist that has stumbled into the scene after 'saving' Susan from a confrontation with Mike in the movie theatre, has turned out to be a dark and sinister individual with an agenda that we don't fully understand yet. In the last scene he ran Mike down while he left a flower shop on his way to meet Susan for a romantic dinner during which he was going to propose. We do not yet know why he did this, or who he is working for. At the end of the show he stops by to visit Bree at home and congratulate her on a successful escape from the mental institution where they had met previously when he was there visiting a mystery woman. He presents Bree with a bouquet of roses and she invites him in. He follows her into the house with a look of dastardly deceit on his face.
We find out that Betty's son Matthew is actually the one who killed Melanie, not Caleb, his mentally challenged brother. He let his mother think it was Caleb because he knew she would protect him. Betty tries to contact Bree to let her know that her daughter Danielle, who has run away from home with Matthew, is in danger. Bree escapes from the mental institution (to which she committed herself after Danielle ran away) to try to save Danielle from Matthew. An old fashioned standoff in Bree's house with Matthew and Danielle results in Matthew's death from snipers who had been summoned by Betty when she called 911.
Betty was going to kill her son Caleb by poisoning his ice cream when she thought he attacked Danielle Carl, jealous of Mike and Susan's renewed love for each other, tries to piss off Mike by buying Susan and Julie a new house after Edie set fire to their old one. Carl confirms by his infantile actions that he is just a immature boor who only wants that which he cannot have. Hmmm reminds me of some men I know... ;)
Paul, who was just incarcerated for the murder of Felicia (she staged the whole thing and framed him to avenge her sister, whom he murdered in season one), implores Zach to go see his dying grandfather, Noah, to see if he will lend him some money so he can bail him out of jail. He tells Zach to tell the old man he wants the money to buy a car, but the dying billionaire sees right through him. He shoots Zach down saying that he won't give money to murderers (he also murdered Noah's daughter and Zach's mother, unbeknownst to Zach), and tells Zach he has no balls, and dismisses him saying he won't be giving him any of his estate. Zach goes to leave, but then stops and locks the door to Noah's bedroom. He goes to the respiratory machine that is keeping Noah alive and makes to hit the OFF switch. Noah chuckles, saying Zach doesn't have what it takes to do it. Zach hesitates, then with found determination turns the machine off. Noah, smiling weakly, takes his last few laboured breaths gazing proudly at his grandson. In the next scene the late Noah's estate manager is discussing the details of the estate with Zach, and confirms that everything is to be immediately transferred to him. Paul calls Zach on his cell asking if he was able to get the money, and when he can expect to see Zach again. Zach replies that he was unsuccessful, and that he doesn't know when he will be able to stop by the jail again. He gives his cellphone to Noah's estate manager, and asks for him to get him a new one...with a different phone number. Wow...guess Zach found his balls after all!!!
I have to admit the part that really choked me up the most was seeing Mike lying in the middle of the street after being run down, and then the next second we see Susan sitting outside her trailer wrapped in a blanket watching the candles burn down waiting for him to arrive. I know it's a season finale and all, but it would have been nice to have at least ONE happy ending! It would have been real nice to see them get back together.
Susan and Mike during happier times And I, like Housewives, am also done. I am done...tired...fed up...mentally and emotionally exhausted...just done. I chose heartbreak over loneliness, and now I am thinking of taking a vacation from heartbreak and just taking the loneliness. It's less of a rollercoaster and there are no surprises. It is a waste of my energy and takes a huge toll on my self-respect. No more. I am done.
March 16 Erin Go Bragh to ya!Tomorrow is Saint Paddy's Day. Bizzy and the Girlz are going to The Tap to have a spot of green beer and enjoy some tomfoolery and shenanigans. I hope there will be an Irish/Celtic band playing and some Irish stew and soda bread to munch on. I will be wearing lots of green and my favourite shamrock earrings. I bought a T-shirt today that says 'Kiss Me, I'm Irish', but I'm debating whether or not to wear it, as I don't want to give off the wrong message. I like to get right into it: go big or go HOME. As the pub is sure to fill up early, we are all beelining it from work straight to the pub so we can get a good table. I'm going to change at work and meet the gang at about 5:30pm. Can't wait!<
February 20 The downfalls of online datingOkay, I took a break from eDating after a not-so-great season last year, whereby I had lots of eligible bachelors throwing themselves at me from all angles, but they were all duds. It really was flattering, though, in a way. In fact I have to say that last year was the all-time best Valentine's Day I ever had. I had two guys send me flowers at work, and another stopped by my office with Tim Horton's and Valentine candy. It was AWESOME...I felt very special. This year was a little different, as I had taken myself off the market and thus invited no such accolades of adoration.
I ended up having to cut those suitors loose for several reasons.
 Bachelor #1 wanted to get busy with Bizzy ASAP. We got along really well. He liked to flirt, which I love, and I felt we hit it off. He was a little uncultured for my taste, but I tried to keep an open mind. He was always talking about how sexual he was, and how he still had 'lots of steam' left in him despite his age of fortysomething. His kids loved me because I knew all the lingo that kids are using these days. They all went shopping with me one day after work, and trotted along happily behind me while I went from store to store looking for just the right purse. I was impressed at never having seen any man behave this way before when shopping with me. We dated for about a month tops. He even came over and helped me with Dad one day when he was sick. Well he would keep hinting that we should get intimate, and I had only known him for a short time, and wasn't ready. However it seemed the more I put him off the more he pressured me. Eventually one night when we were on MSN, he said "It's deal time...let's go away for the weekend." I said I'm not ready, and he lost it. He freaked out saying that all the time he spent with me was a waste. What a fool...I was out of his life before you could say BITE ME.
Bachelor #2 was a real sweetie, but we were only supposed to be friends, as I wasn't interested in pursuing a serious relationship with him. He would have me over to his place and cook me dinner...clumsy dinners like burnt fishkebabs, but he got an A for his effort, and I was just happy to not have to cook. We would watch DVDs afterwards. One day after dinner he put on some music and just grabbed me and started slowdancing with me in the kitchen. He would call me at work just to say Good Morning Sunshine. He said I should bring my kids over and we could all have pizza and they could play with some of his old toys. The problem, you ask? Well aside from the fact that he dressed like a slob and looked disshevelled and unkempt 90% of the time, he had a whole room full of old junk that he didn't have any plans for, and his whole house was cluttered and chaotic. I'll never forget the time he was showing me around his place and when we got to his bedroom I was mortified to see that he had an opened condom wrapper on the nightstand. "Oops...leftover from my last fling." He snickered. Oy. I had to say goodbye to him after he came up behind me on the couch one night when we were watching TV and spooned me. Friends don't spoon. I knew he wanted more than I was prepared to give, so I bid him 'adieu'.
Bachelor #3 worked for a leading diamond manufacturer. That raised some eyebrows within my social circle, let me tell you. The picture he posted on the website did not resemble him a WHIT. And when I went to meet him at the coffee shop I couldn't tell who he was at first (the photo made him look buff and more attractive than he actually was). I had to use the process of elimination to identify him by ruling out all the women and older guys. He hadn't seen my photo yet, and when I approached him he started shaking...like I had a gun to his head shaking. His coffee cup trembled as he raised it to his lips. Oh brother..I thought...how's this gonna go? Well we went out a few times and had some decent conversation. No sparks flew, but he did charm me a bit one night when I was trying to coach him to be more romantic and spontaneous: I had excused myself to go to the ladies room, and when I emerged he had bought me a dessert with little heart sprinkles on it. He scored a few brownie points that night, but cashed them all in when he called me one night drunk after having been in a barfight. He said to me in a drunken stupor when I asked him why he has gotten into a tussle: "The first rule about fight club is...you don't talk about fight club." This happened before Valentine's Day, and I think part of the reason he sent me flowers that day was because he wanted to win back my favour. However, other things concerned me, like the fact that before he and his ex wife split up he got a vasectomy without consulting with her first.
Bachelor #4 was the one I ended up seeing for four months before our relationship ended on a very sour note. It would take me all day to describe the hell I went through with him. To sum it up in two words: head games. Before we got intimate we got along famously. Lots of funny, lighthearted emails going back and forth. We enjoyed the same sarcastic sense of humour. But then things got weird. He started dissecting everything I was saying instead of taking things at face value, and finding reasons to get offended at comments I'd make. If I was indecisive as to what we should do one night, he would take it as I didn't really want to spend time with him at all, and walk away from me shaking his head and go home. The closer we got, the more he seemed to push me away. It was all very strange and I never was able to fully understand his actions. He stopped returning my calls before last Christmas, then came crawling back in January. I told him no thanks...I can't go through that again. Last I heard he had met someone else and gotten engaged and broke it off all in one year. I don't know what his problems are, but he definitely had some baggage of some kind.
Bachelor #5 was the last guy I met online last June. He was the only one I was really excited about. He had a really cool career as the host of a tech help show and had written a tech help book and was working on another. He lived in High Park in the upper level of an older home in a neat studio. He was well travelled, articulate, dashing, Monty Python-style witty, charming and confident, albeit somewhat aloof and self-absorbed. He was very easy going and never pressured me for anything. He introduced me to oysters and indian cooking. Well I think we would have continued if he didn't care that I wasn't having any more children. That was the dealbreaker for him, and he ended it after almost two months, via email. He said he was going to follow up with a phone call, but the day he was supposed to call I never heard from him. Another day goes by and I finally get a second email from him apologizing for not calling me, but his friend was really bugging him to go out, and then he had to have a six hour nap, so you see there wasn't time. Geez, I'm glad he did me the favour of ending it before I had to!
So after my wild and crazy experiences with online dating, I decided to take myself off the market for the year and just enjoy being by myself for a bit. Now I'm back online, and giving love another chance. Will Bizzy be successful finding herself the right match this time, or is she doomed for another string of psychos??? Stay tuned...
December 10 Another night on the townBizzy and her posse were on the loose in the T-Dot again last night. Nikki, Amanda and Tanya went to see the Rob Thomas show at Roy Thompson Hall. I met them afterwards at Crocodile Rock where they were spinning some SWEET retro tunes. Then we went down the street to check out Mink. They were handing out free passes on the street so we thought 'what the heck'. Not a bad joint, but they have SMOKING indoors, so don't know if I'd go back. Atmosphere was pretty cool, lots of interesting people and not too packed. Some dude was going around taking pics of everyone. Here is a pic of Dana and I with some hotties in kilts...
Awful shot of me, I'm still sick with a bad cold and felt like crap. Hard to keep a hard core partier like ol' Bizzy down tho! These dudes were BIG TIME flirts. Dana wanted to see what was underneath the tartan, and they obliged us!!! What a riot. For more pics of the party at Mink, go here.
I have another party to go to tonight. A friend of mine is hosting a holiday shindig at her place, and she wants to introduce me to some of her single male friends. That should be interesting. Probably won't stay long, as I have to start hitting the books for my accounting exam in two weeks. I have to pull off a mark of 70% to pass the damn thing.
16 more days until my trip to see Pam and the babies! Can't wait!!!
October 23 Gotta love girls night!Well Amanda's (and my) birthday celebration in the T Dot was a huge blast. I just got home a couple of hours ago, and I am DELIGHTED to report that I am not in the least bit hungover. We had a free stay at the Sheraton Hotel downtown because last year the room they had was too hot, and the hotel offered Amanda another room at no cost. All we had to pay for was parking, gas and booze. Awww yeahhhh.
Wanna know how to really piss off a cab driver??? Tell him where you want to go, then change your mind when you get there. And make sarcastic jokes about the lack of knowledge he has of the city in which he works. We thought the Devil's Martini was at John and Adelaide, so we told the driver that is where we wanted to go, and mentioned the name of the bar assuming that he would likely know where it was. Well he had no friggin' idea where the bar was, and became irritated with us when we got to the intersection and we wanted him to keep going so we could find it. He wanted us to get out of his cab at John and Adelaide regardless. We had to talk him into letting us stay in the cab and driving around a bit to find the place. It was cold and rainy outside, and he wasn't the least bit concerned that we hadn't found our destination. So as he reluctantly continued on we started heckling him a bit in the backseat, and that just put him over the edge. He started swearing at us and telling us that it is not his job to know where the bar is, and started chewing us out for giving him wrong directions, all the while his driving getting more and more erratic. Tanya, who was riding shotgun, was pissed at his deplorable work ethic, and chided him for his shameless lack of professionalism, adding that she was disgusted in the service he provided. This did little to help things. He was still shouting at us as we hastened out of the vehicle. The last one to vacate the car, and the girl that LOVES to have the Last Word, I advised him to go home and get laid before he had a heart attack.
 Note to self: the Devil's Martini is located at the corner of Adelaide and PORTLAND!!!
I am still freezing cold. It was a crappy, rainy weekend, and the kind of cold that chills you right through to the bone. I cannot get warm for the life of me. I'm sitting here typing with frozen fingers and wrapped in a thick sweater. I think my thermostat is busted. What is room temperature in Celsius??? I don't speak Celsius. DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES AND GREY'S ANATOMY NIGHT! I wonder what is going to happen with Bree's son now that he has kicked the s**t out of the conniving pharmacist who is trying to woo his mother? And how the H-E-double hockey sticks was he able to pass that lie detector test question about killing Bree's husband? Looks like it's back to boot camp for Andrew. And on Grey's is Dr. McDreamy going to tell Meredith that he is not going through with his divorce after all??? I would have to cuff him upside the head if he did that. It was cool to see Christina lose control last week - it really helped endear her character to us to see that she isn't completely as cold and unfeeling as we first thought. Bizzy OUT...
October 10 My Birth MonthOkay, I don't normally do these things, but I've been tagged to DEATH, so here it is people for the love of gawd...
~OCTOBER~ Loves to chat; loves those who love them; loves to take things at the centre (???); has inner and physical beauty;
Eight days left till Bizzy's birthday!!! I love birthdays, but it's been a long time since I've had one that was memorable. Hope this one doesn't suck too much. Happy Turkey Day all!
October 08 An impromptu night outI was in the middle of some ambitious housecleaning last night when Amanda called to say that she and Tanya were heading to The Tap for some drinks, and asked if I wanted to come. As this is our usual haunt, we had planned to go tonight as well, but they were having a restless night and wanted to see if they could still handle two days in a row of partying. After some deliberation I accepted their offer, chuckling to myself that they were slowing down so much lately after years of rauckus bar-hopping. I am four years away from forty, and can still manage to party these younger amateurs under the table.
So we planned to meet at Tanya's and be ready to go for about ten. I was pumped and geared up after another confrontation with my tenant in which I completely socked it to her, and headed out ready for some fun.
We had a short wait to get in, and the place was packed...seriously I've never seen it like that before. Unusual as well for a Friday night, but then it was a long weekend. There was a real mix of ages there last night: cougars (Yours Truly included!), lecherous 50-something men, and later the under twenties' arrived. The DJ was spinning some AWESOME 80's tunes that forced me onto the over-crowded, postage stamp-sized dance floor, and I tried to do some dancing, but it was nearly impossible. I had a bit of a confrontation with a drunken, crazy blonde lush in her late forties who complained that I was bumping into her too much. "You'd think this was a dance floor or something!" I said to her. She was dancing with some guy, and started trying to do the move where you go down and come back up again, but she was having a hard time getting back up and fell over a couple times. I said to her friend that she is going to kill herself, and he should probably take her home. She saw me talking to him and asked me if I was single and wanted a date. Geez, the one time someone tries to set me up with someone and it's a pickled old cougar with a creepy older man-friend. Is this what my social life has come to now?
Anyway, I stayed longer than I planned, and got home around 2:30 this morning. I had made plans to meet my mum at the gym for 9:30am, and good ol' Bizzy still had some steam left for a half hour on the treadmill! Yay me!
No word on Jen yet. I called her last night to see what was new. It's hard when you get to this stage of the pregnancy: you don't want to call anyone because they think they are getting The Call and get all excited. As I went TEN DAYS over with my second baby, I remember this phase all too well.
So I got my hair done after the gym, and now I'm between laundry loads. I have to buckle down and get some homework done as well this weekend - thank gawd it's a long one! September 26 Housewives and Grey's Anatomy are back!Bizzy and the girls got together at Tanya’s tonight for dinner, some off-the-wall conversation, and of course the two much-anticipated season premieres of the year. WOW what a great kick off for both!!!
Here’s a quick rundown of the high-level developments:
DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES
Zach was unsuccessful at killing Mike because Susan stopped him from shooting him. Mike has figured out that Zach is his son. Zach ran away and has yet to be found. Bree’s mother-in-law arrived for Rex’s funeral and started feuding with her over what tie he should be buried in, resulting in a hilarious last-minute tie change before the casket was closed! The new neighbours, Betty and her son, have an agenda. We’re not sure what it is, but they are being unusually nice to their new neighbours on Wisteria Lane, AND they are harbouring a prisoner in their dungeon-like basement. We don’t know who it is yet, but I have a feeling it’s the last person you’d suspect! Lynette has a job interview with an anti-family, superbitch and ends up having to bring her baby daughter to the appointment. She demonstrates her multitasking skills by performing a diaper change while simultaneously selling herself to the head honcho and acing the interview. What a gal! Gabrielle is clinging to her marriage with the wealthy but arrogant asshole so she can maintain her pampered lifestyle and has spurned the ultra hot gardener who is most likely the father of her unborn child. Great stuff!! Do this quiz to find out which Desperate Housewife you are! I'm GABRIELLE!
Cute clothes, drop dead gorgeous and a hunky gardener to service her every need. That's Gabby!
GREY'S ANATOMY
We find out that Dr. McDreamy’s wife cheated on him, which is what led to him fleeing NY to come to Seattle to practice. His wife, an accomplished and highly skilled neonatal surgeon, requested Grey’s assistance for a case she was handling at the hospital while she was in town. Yang and Burke have gone their separate ways. Yang did not tell him she was pregnant with his child. She is scheduled to terminate the pregnancy. There is some BIG TIME sexual tension developing between Stevens and Karev, and you just know they are going to hook up soon. Same thing seems to be happening between Grey and O’Malley now that her relationship with Shepherd is strained. We’ll have to keep watching and see!
I’m off until Tuesday night now due to homework deadlines. Until then peeps!
September 11 Hungover!The girls convinced me to go out last night after the week from hell I just had. It was Adriane’s bachelorette party, and I had been so looking forward to it. After all that happened I wasn’t sure I was up to partying. I debated over it for a while, and finally decided that Dad would have wanted me to go out, so I went for him…and I’m glad I did.
From left: Jill, Terri, Bizzy, Carmela, Linda, 'Bride2B' Adriane, Tanya, Krista, Julie, Christine, Carlie and Melissa Krista is a dancer and gave Adriane her own personal lap dance! We had a great time on the Party Mobile, and hit a couple of cool bars in the T Dot. We went to Devil’s Martini and Fez Batik before the night had gotten away on us, and it was time to leave. Bizzy got a little too hammered, and I’ve been paying for it today. Ewww I felt SO YUCKY - I’ll have to pace myself a bit more next time. Three cocktails and a Blowjob shooter before the bus even arrived, a glass of champagne on the bus ride, then a Sling at Devil’s Martini that just put me over the top. Bleh. Crashed at Tanya’s when we got back at 2:30 this morning. Got up and left for my place at 10:30am feeling a little woozy after a night of wild, booze-induced nightmares. By the time I got home I was starting to feel crappier. I downed a bottle of water, hit the hay again and crashed for another three hours to sleep it off. I just managed to get some toast and tea down earlier, and had a dinner of Mr. Noodles. Why do I do this to myself???
The highlight of the night for me was how we were given priority entrance to the clubs ahead of others that had been waiting in line forever…one of the party bus perks! I also ran into a former co-worker of mine whom I hadn’t seen in about two years. Marco hasn’t changed a bit, and I’m sure he got a kick out of seeing his former supervisor drunker than a skunk. I used to get on his case BIG TIME at the call centre because he was always making mistakes. He’s such a little hottie, but I couldn’t tell him that before!
Anyhow, now I’m just vegging and nursing myself back into shape. Tomorrow it’s back to work and back to the normal routine. I hope I make it through the day OK…it will have been a week tomorrow night that Dad died. Today would have been my day to go and see him at the home, however being home nursing a hangover took my mind off of that. We still have to go to the home and pick up the last of his belongings. I’m not looking forward to it, but it has to be done.
August 26 The trick to outsmarting MSN --> Save as Draft!I would have lost this ENTIRE BLOG if I wasn't such an anal work saver! Sheesh...
I think I worked harder and kicked more ass at work this week than have in a long time. We were incredibly short staffed with my boss being on vacation, and another key staff member being off sick for the entire week. Of course all hell broke loose halfway into the week when the workload unexpectedly skyrocketed. I have been getting home at 8-9pm every single night this week. The cleaning lady and I are pretty much now on a first name basis.
However, I did manage to squeeze in two visits with Dad after work, which helped lift his spirits a little. He has actually been pretty lucid these past few days, which is nice because he has a real nutty sense of humour that comes out. Today after work I brought him Tim's, and we had a nice visit. I found a little photo album that he had on his shelf. It had some pics of my kids when they were babies that I had forgotten all about. We had fun looking at them together. Then we talked about the lottery, and how the 649 is up to ten million, and what we would do with that much money. Dad has always enjoyed fantasizing about how he would divvy up the cash if he should win the jackpot, and who would get what. This is what Bizzy would do if she won $10 million bucks:
This is by no means an exclusive list, nor in any particular order!
Well I'm off to enjoy my Friday night!
June 26 Four more sleeps to go!Sooo excited...the cottage weekend is coming up! Andy and I caught some cool fireworks at Ontario Place last night. Festival of Fire is on, and Greece was hosting the pyro show. A lotta walking tho...I have HUGE blisters on my heels because I was an idiot and didn't wear appropriate footwear. Ouch! Afterwards he took me to the TV station where he films his shows. Cool! I love being around TV studios: it reminds me of when I was a kid and my Dad would take me by CFTO-TV where he worked for 30 odd years in audio. I met Uncle Bobby! LOL. Well I'm off today to take my Dad to lunch. I managed to get an accessible taxi that will take us wherever we want to go. My sis Jen is coming with. He will be glad to get out, as he is not very mobile right now. Some cute pics for you...
Hope you all have a nice, relaxing Sunday!
June 19 Happy Father's Day, all you dads out there...Sounds unbelieveable, but today would have been my 12TH wedding anniversary. Can't get over how long ago that was...seems like just yesterday... I'm a little despondent right now, Well my first Last night Andy and I saw 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' at the AMC in Whitby. A great date flick with lots of action Andy was recognized by one of his adoring fans, and was having a conversation with him while he waited for me to finish my bathroom adventure. I'm actually surprised that it hasn't happened before when we were out together. He was getting some glances at dinner before the movie, but no one actually approached him. Fortunately for him, he doesn't have hoards of fanatical geeks stalking him, so it's manageable, and even fun at times. Well I'm off to meet up with Dad and Jen. Later all... |
Gonna celebrate Canada Day at a friend's cottage next weekend, and I can hardly wait!!! It's been so long since I've been away at a cottage, and I REALLY need the getaway! Gonna play poker, eat junk food, get drunk, catch some rays, and relaaaaaaaaaaaaaax. Woo hoooooo. 
Bizzy
because my sister and I were going to take my Dad out for lunch today, and we can't get him transportation from the home to the restaurant. We tried to get the Handi Trans, but they don't accept reservation calls on weekends...only during the week! Well if I'd only known...
His birthday is on Wednesday, so maybe we'll book him some wheels this week, and take him out next weekend for a belated birthday celeb instead 
. I feel like a real s*it. I can't even take my Dad out for frikkin' lunch on Father's Day!!!
NEWBIE OF THE WEEK
, comedy
thrown in for good measure. Something for both of you with the ultra-hot Angelina Jolie and hunky Brad Pitt (although I do believe he's past his prime right now). I give it 4 1/2 stars out of five: definitely worth checking out!!! So before the movie started I thought I'd visit the Ladies'. I walked in and noticed that the first stall I went into was kinda gross. The toilet seat was up, so I thought WOW, they must've just been in here cleaning the toilets. But then I looked closer and saw urine on the edge of the toilet bowl. I left that stall to choose another, and when I turned around I saw URINALS. D'OH...I was in the Mens'!! What an idiot! 
Fortunately no one else was in there, but as I hastened out of the room, a fellow was coming in and was quite amused at my embarrassment. Ewww...I almost put my fanny on a toilet in the Mens'..
.ewww.
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