After a few beers, guests are gripped be the unrelenting urge to "water" the bathroom plant. It's drying out right in front of them, the door is locked for privacy, and the drunken feeling of goodwill to all men and other living things is almost tangible.
I must admit I felt this on more than a few occasions at a Christmas Eve Party last night and did my part. And I was releived to find that I was not alone. Even during my first trip to the bathroom, I noticed a small puddle forming underneath the fern's basket. You should've seen how much it grew as the night wore on and the eggnog dissappeared. Merry Christmas!
