One night on vacation, I happened to stumble into the coolest room I have ever seen.
Phil and I had found an interesting sounding happy hour in a hotel in the Gaslamp district, so we walked down from our hotel to give it a try. The bar snacks were comforting and well-executed, and the pomegranate mojitos were strong* and we were quite pleased with our find, even if it meant a 45 minute walk back home.
As Phil settled the bill, I figured that since pom mojitos tend to come out almost as quickly as they go in, I should visit the ladies’ room before we made our way back up the hill to our hotel. The waitress directed me to the top of the stairs, and when I reached to top, there was a very well dressed man standing there, “Can I help you?” he asked.
“I’m just looking for the bathroom.” I tried very hard to sound
He pointed to his left and smiled, “Just so you know…its unisex.”
“Oh, that’s fine.” I said cooly, as though I urinate in front of men all the time. But as I turned the corner into the bathroom, I was giddy with my soon-to-be new worldliness.
And then I stopped short, in awe with the full-on, in-your-face trendiness of this bathroom.
Now, I don’t generally carry a camera to the toilet, so I have no pictures, but I managed to find a couple online, to give you an idea…
I was standing in a dimly lit, large, open room covered entirely in white, washed rock. In the centre of the room stood a long, double-sided sink with several faucets running along the centre of the trough.
On 2 of the walls around the large, minimalist room, were lit mirrors and the other 2 walls were just…walls.
Floor to ceiling, stone-covered walls.
I had no idea where the actual peeing was to take place.**
As I started contemplating how difficult it would be to balance on that large sink, I walked around the room, running my hands along the stone walls until I found a seam.
So I pushed.
And I entered a magical land of private urination.
The stall was completely encapsulated, and lit by only a single pot light…IN THE FLOOR!
It was like peeing in a safe! BY CANDLE LIGHT!***
So, in the darkened safety of that stall, I did my business and
passed out rested my eyes for a minute before reopening the airlock and emerging back into the main room to wash my hands.
I couldn’t wait to run back downstairs and tell Phil all about it, knowing that he would experience the EXACT SAME BATHROOM as me. And then I excitedly waited for him to return from the Coolest Bathroom on Earth. My cool-as-a-cucumber husband was less impressed than I was (also less buzzed), and he was more than a bit weirded out by the model-like woman washing her hands in the sink when he went in.
*hence the aforementioned stumbling
**this may have been made less obvious thanks to the 3 pom mojoitos
***which, while magical, made it extremely difficult to see if the previous patron peed on the seat