So I was at a jazz festival and of course heavy drinking was involved. I realized I had to do a big job so I headed to the bathroom. The line was way too long. The situation escalated and let’s say it got desperate. So I did the most logical thing and started to walk away from the bathroom and went in my pants. It kept going and going…and going. I went over to a park bench and called my friend to bring my bike cause no cabbie would say yes to my pants. Biked home, laid down in the shower, puked and passed out…HOLYHANGOVER