Secret Bathrooms

Happy Monday, everyone. I'm sitting here in the music library, one of my least favorite places on the planet, just minutes (79 of them) away from my semester trombone audition. I'm sitting here with my friend Brad, so if you come across a few incomplete sentences or atypical sentence structuring, you can just blame that on Bradley for being so darn distracting.

Ok, so after minutes of staring at a blinking cursor, Bradley has gone on to bigger and better things and I can take a minute to share an interesting thought that came to me while I was in the bathroom. You know how you tend to find a bathroom in a particular building that you like? There's just something about it. Either it's a little more spacious, they have better quality toilet paper, or it's in a more remote location. Well, in the building in the music school where I practice, there lies my perfect bathroom. It's very obscure, hardly anyone uses it, and I can sit back there and do some of my best thinking. Just today I was hanging out in my little bathroom with the blue door just hanging out and loving life. It's truly amazing what value a little retreat can have during the chaos of the day.

That's really all I had in mind to share with you this evening. Tell me if that's odd that I earnestly seek out less-frequently used bathrooms and convert them into my own personal haven. Or let me know that I'm not alone by sharing where your secret powder rooms exist. But please, don't say anything to give away its location...for the mystery of the secret bathroom is what makes it all the more magical. Ok, I leave. That hideous caveman-esque grammar was intentionally done for Maryanne. We'll just see if she reads this. Have a good night, everyone! :-)