Bathrooms.

No one has any decent status messages that doesn't involve the Oscars, as I just checked - so instead, I'm going to give you my thoughts on a serious topic: bathrooms.
There are several bathrooms in New York City that I'm quite proud of. Three specifically come to mind and here they are in order:


3. G-Staad: These bathrooms actually link together via the sinks you was your hands at. You're actually tempted to kneel down to check to see if it's possible to see the person in the stall next to yours - don't worry, you can't.

2. XL Lounge: I'm not even sure if the bar is still called this. I used to go here in college when it was a gay bar on Thursday nights. My best guy friend had just come out of the closet and was exploring his sexuality. We secretly made NYC trips and enjoyed this bar the most. Yea, I was a bonafied fag-hag, but had my own little tryst with the straight bartender. Nonetheless, this bar's bathroom was featured in a Sex and the City episode. If you recall, there was a huge fish tank and a common area for hand-washing. This is where Miranda ran into her co-worker and discovered he was gay and in return, she told him she was preggers. Aside from the fact that there was an amazing fish tank in the middle of the bathroom, the stalls themselves were amazing as well; if the lights were on and you were pressed against the glass that separated the stalls, one could see everything. It was really interesting.

1. Last night, I went out to dinner to a place in SOHO called Peep. Hands down, coolest bathroom idea.Ever. Hidden amongst a wall of mirrors is the hidden entrance to the unisex bathroom. At first, I was confused as to where the light switch was. I searched high and low and almost peed my pants before I realized that there IS NO LIGHT switch. The walls are double-sided mirrors and you actually WATCH PATRONS do their thing whilst you do yours. So for them, they are looking at a mirror, and you, being in the restroom, are looking at them looking at the mirror. Essentially, a double-sided mirror, a la police stations. I mean, being a people-watcher, I could have sat in there for hours. The first time I went in (I used it thrice) there was a gentlemen waiting to go after me and was doing fixing his hair - but for me, it was like being inside a mirror, watching this guy fix his self-image. The girls in my party had a really great time with this concept, since we were seated right outside. My roommate did a little shimmy show for someone, who turned out to be our waitress. Good times all around. If you ever go to Peep, 177 Prince Street, use the bathroom. Do it.

There you go. Happy Oscar Sunday.