Ah, the sweet lure of a double espresso first thing in the morning. Good thing they set out a trail for me to follow.
Sunday panels are always a bit of a blur. Sad, but true. The last panel I attended was sort of the "and everything else" panel for gender queers, but at least by then my brain had kicked in and I could follow the conversation. Immediately following that was the closing reception.
(The Bourbon Pub/Parade)
We were in the upstairs club at the Bourbon Pub/Parade. I know why they do it, but it was a little disconcerting that a hundred people were about to descend on the place, I really had to pee, there were no doors on the stalls, and the bathroom was unisex. However, intrepid pee-er that I was, I went boldly where a million men have gone before, and ended up having the best laugh of the entire weekend.
I was in the last stall. Someone went into the stall next to me - and started talking to me!! (WTF? Serious breech of bathrooom etiquette there)
I immediately recognized her voice as the post-op MTF redhead from Florida I met the day before at one of the panels. She complained about the lack of privacy.
ME: Yeah, I'd pay serious money to be able to stand while I pee about right now.
HER: Not me, honey, I paid a ton of money to have to sit to pee.
Thoroughly enjoying the beautiful absurdity of the moment, I launched into a short rendition of I Enjoy Being a Girl from Flower Drum Song. Had her cracking up. Best bathroom moment, ever!
Sean Meriwether (wearing glasses)