so while i'm on the subject of sat night/sun morning, let me tell ya a little story. jules m. and i are in the bathroom (and it's not that women are incapable of peeing alone, people, it's just that we don't want to. we had a lot to talk about, okay?) sort of ranting about some feminine issue, and we hear this very deep, very masculine voice from the next stall say something back like, "oh honey, tell me about it."

we just froze. i had no idea what to say. so i crouch down and peek under the bottom of the stall ... and sure enough, there are some six-inch, snake-skin-patterned, spike heels ... facing toward the toilet. i guess membership has its privileges?