Last night I went to Dali near Inman Square. I did not poop there, but I really wanted to. The ambiance was magnificent! They had fish sculptures coming out of the wall, plants, a large painting of scantily dressed women serving hungry men, parrot and flower wallpaper on one wall (they even covered the pipes with wallpaper!), and lighting perfect for romance -- candles on every table, dimmed overhead lights, and a string of blue Christmas lights intertwined with some curly willow stems, flax grass, or some sort of fake shrubbery. It was delightful. I got really excited to drop a deuce there, so I ventured to the bathroom hoping for the best. They have two one-toilet bathrooms and both were occupied. I was waiting in line behind a waitress and as soon as one person vacated, the waitress offered up her spot in line for me. I said "oh, please no. You," but she insisted that I go first (to go number two). They are so nice there! I finally got into the bathroom and it was tiny! I could touch both walls by extending my arms out on each side. This wasn't unpleasant, just a little strange. Maybe that's why the ship couldn't let down it's anchor or maybe it just wasn't time to dock the ship? Whatever it was, it didn't happen. It was a cute little bathroom, charming even, and clean. Really clean. They had a bunch of decorations in there, much like the rest of the restaurant, which was nice. I do plan to go back so let's hope I can get the ship docked next time. I will also try to remember to take a picture of that little beauty.
In actual poop news, I did poop in the Park Square building today. I work in this building so I poop there often. I always feel nervous in that bathroom and I always try to go when it is empty. I think it's because I'm uncomfortable when I know there is a possibility that one of my coworkers might be in an adjacent stall. Actually, coworker or non-coworker I don't really like clogging toilets when I'm not alone. This definitely affects the experience and the experience is a little different each time. Today one of the fluorescent lights was out, so that made the scene a little more comfortable and less harsh on the eyes. Unfortunately, I hastily hung my work lanyard (with ID and keys) on the stall door hook and it didn't stop swinging. It was so annoying with the keys and the ID hitting the door! This really screwed up the serenity I found in the busted light. Needless to say, it wasn't a good experience. Actually, I wouldn't say I ever have a great experience in there. Those lights are just annoying and there are way too many people that share that bathroom to ever get some alone time. It's pretty clean because the cleaning staff is good and mostly adults use the bathroom, but the walls, floor, and counter tops are off-white with no great decorations (unlike Dali's cute little dump dropping zone). Maybe I'll have a surprisingly wonderful experience in there one day. One can only hope. Hope floats. Poop sinks.
9/24/08
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