These might just be my favourite type of conversations.
Drunken people piping up because some other girls are talking about something
that interests them. And it’s totally OK. There’s something about the setting
of a girls’ toilet that makes strangers become friends in the short time they spend
washing their hands and touching up their make-up.
This New Year’s Eve I found myself casually chatting to some
Kardashian wannabes. Girls who’d never spare me a second glance out front, were
actually chatting to me and Random Girl #1 about possible clubbing locations.
The most amusing bit was, this girl in her platform heals and overly revealing
dress (I honestly thought it was on backwards due to the amount of cleavage)
were looking for somewhere they could, and I quote, ‘blend in’. Random Girl #1
turned to look at me, and I swear in that drunken moment we both were tempted
to blurt out ‘Strip Club’. Luckily Random Girl #2 stepped out of a cubicle at
that point and swooped in to save the conversation, directing the Kim and Khloe
(I cast her as Khloe due to the unflattering pink dress she was bursting out
of) lookalikes to a nearby club.
By then, our first toilet break was over and we proceeded
outside where we were, predictably, ignored by the Kardashian Krew.
During our second journey to the toilet, we noticed our toilet
breaks had synced up to Random Girl #2’s. Only this time, with no Kardashians
around (they’d already flounced off to some other more trendy club with ‘like,
proper music’) we ended up fangirling over Disney’s Frozen. My friend and I were discussing when to watch it, and RG#2 got involved by singing its praises. A
conversation which evolved into a discussion about Disney films becoming more
adult-friendly recently.
Trip number three had us bumping into RG#2 once more. This
time I engaged in a conversation about the DJ, his music choices and hair dyes
(apparently her boyfriend had dyed his beard bright red) while I waited for my
friend to come out.
Other favourite public toilet moments include:
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The time I had an argument with a girl for not
liking the same film as her (I forget what film it was, shows how much I
enjoyed it) and a girl backed me up from inside a cubicle.
·
The time a drag-queen came into the girls’
toilet, and proceeded to teach my friend how to do her make-up.
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And last, but not least, the time where these three
guys dressed as cheerleaders burst into the toilet and started doing an
improvised cheer. They tried every cheesy pick up line ever written, and one of
them actually got a girl’s number (to be fair, he was rocking that skirt).
For whatever reason, there seems to be a magical atmosphere
in public toilets, especially when alcohol becomes involved.
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