Burn Baby Burn

So today I went to Paris for like the 100th time because museums are free on the first Sunday of every month. We did lots of fun stuff there, but that's not what this story is about. This is about the best toilet experience of my life.

We were in a crêperie. It was just your average sort of crêpe joint where you pay the equivalent of $20 and eat a lot of fat and sugar. It did seem slightly hipper than others I've been too, since their logo involved a horse in a dinner suit smoking a cigar. But other than that everything seemed normal. There were normal tables and chairs, boring décor, and mild unnoticeable music.

Until I stepped into the restroom. Suddenly Disco Inferno is blaring at full volume (it wasnt even playing in the normal part of the café). The light has been covered with some sort of disco light machine so I almost had a seizure from the blue, red, green, black, yellow. Through the lights I could just make out some naughty pictures on the wall and then luckily I managed to find the actual toilet, something I had almost forgotten about entirely.

Sadly eventually I had to step back out into the real world and cease my John Trovolta dance moves as I attempted not to fall over from laughter on the way back to the table. Ah disco toilet. Now my life is complete.