I tell the following story because 1. I apparently have no shame, and because 2. I can hear Mark’s infectious laugh when I tell the story. Take that, Grief!
How do I say this delicately….So on the last night of ACL, some lucky bastard got a full view of my pikachu when he opened the broken door to my porta potty just as I was standing to lift my pants. I still can’t decide if I’m flattered or not that he took as long as he did to close the door. Yup. That happened….