Finally able to write and a theory about stall locks (hear me out!)

My wrist has finally been feeling better (it's a long story, old injury, blah blah blah) so I can write again! Woo hoo! Not that I have anything in particular to write about... hmmm lets see here...

I recently read this article, and it got me thinking about how some people just get addicted to social media and technology. (My sister is the worst, she spends about 5-6 hours a day on social sites, and she's 12...yeah).

But who cares right? Really, it's not that big of a deal in the scope of big deals...

This weekend I went to a wedding for one of my college friends. He's a really nice guy, and it was nice to see everyone, espesh my besty-boo!! Miss that girl.

We didn't get any photos though! Of course, we always say we are going to take a million pictures and then never do. But whatever, it was a great time, we drank way to much (but could of drank more I'm sure if it wasn't a cash bar!) and danced until our feet begged us to stop. Literally, my dogs were barking.

So then I got to thinking, as usual, when I drive 4+ hours while my boo sleeps in the passenger seat. I have a theory about bathroom stall locks. Wait! Hear me out:

You can literally, immediately, tell who designed the ladies room stall doors by the type of lock that is installed. Is it a push through lock that doesn't budge? Or what about those turny-nubby locks that always fall out when someone even slightly closes the stall door next to you? Or what about the location of the lock--does your purse hit it just at the right place to unlock it?

See? TONS of options and questions here!

Since I work at an architecte firm (I'm not an architect though), I decided to ask around about what the fu*k is up with these dumb, sub-quality locks that keep me on my toes while I pop a squat.

Theory: All good stall locks are thanks to women designers/architects. All crappy, flimsy, barely lockable locks are designed by men.

Results? The men in the office didn't even know this was an issue at all. They also didn't know about the mini tampon/pad trash can in each stall either. So, I guess I rest my case?

Bottom Line: TO ALL MALE ARCHITECTS/DESIGNERS/BATHROOM PLANNERS: Please, please, please pay attention to these details. Your mother/daughter/aunt/girlfriend/wife/sister/whatever will love you soooo much more for this very small contribution to women's restrooms!

And also a side note, did you notice that once you get into a stall with a shaky, wimpy lock that someone always, without a doubt, slams the stall door right next to you? Like it's a now-or-never, I-will-pee-my-pants-if-I-don't-sit-down-right-now type of rush? It's inevitable I tell ya. Inevitable.

So that's what I did this weekend!

Now what I did capture a la my iPhone:


Friday at beer:thirty at work--we classed it up a bit with some Riesling from Tolosa Winery:

My lil Holga film camera! (That never saw the light of day) And the purse I brought to the wedding:

Last week we had some cool looking foggy sunsets, so obvi I had to document them:

Cool right? I wish it was just a little warmer at night though...