OK, fine, this Pee Party is a total fail. The restrooms at 1911 Main could not be more average. But wait, I have a pretty good bathroom story from a few weeks ago, at RecordBar. I walked into the men's, and both the urinal and the toilet were occupied. This guy with long dreads was standing in the toilet stall with the door open. I kind of loitered by the sink, waiting. All of a sudden, he starts vomiting into the toilet. But you could still hear the pee streaming into the bowl. He was vomiting and urinating at the same time, with the door open! No shame! He stopped after a few seconds, then he unloaded another, much more violent, blast of consumed food into the stall. Still peeing. It was so efficient! The other guy at the urinal walked over to the sink and refused to make eye contact with me. Later on, I saw the dreaded puking guy approach a girl at the bar. She had a bunch of tattoos and apparently was not bothered by his horrible puke breath. She seemed delighted to engage him in conversation. After about three minutes, I watched as he slid his hand down the back of her waist and palmed her ass like a volleyball.