Repressed Memory

I was posting on The Peevery, and I remembered that I did something very random at that wedding at the end of October.

In this instance, I have no reason to talk about white trash anybody, because this is what I did:

The bathroom at the reception only had two stalls and there was an open bar and maybe 150-200 guests. I hate going pee in public restrooms unless I absolutely have to or unless I'm drinking. Because of this, I always hold my pee until the last minute because I forget where I am. Well, on this fateful night, I ran into the bathroom and both stalls were full, and there was one person in line. I remember yelling 'Are you hurrying? Are you almost done? I have to go pee SOOOOO bad.' The people in the stalls were laughing and talking. I don't even remember what they were saying. Two seconds later, I pulled down my stockings, hiked up my skirt and jumped on the sink with the water running. How disgusting am I?

I made it out of there before the other two finished peeing. There is no shame in my game, that's for sure.