It happens to the best of us...

The evening started out great. I looked fabulous in my 80s glam outfit. Dinner was most enjoyable consisting of beer-battered french fries, a chicken parmesan panini and nachos delux at the Monte Carlo Brew Pub. Conversation was even tastier than the food, as my wonderful friends Bryton, Scott, Andy and his wife Cherie were my dining companions. It was the perfect evening. That is, until we went our separate ways. It was nearly 10:00 p.m. and I had other visitors waiting for me downtown. I hurried to my car and set out on one of the longest journeys of my life. The simplest way to get down town is to take the strip, so I set out. Now, New Years Weekend is not a pretty sight. Though it was only December 30th, Las Vegas was a packed city. I found myself stuck in traffic and my bladder was starting to ache. Oh why hadn't I relieved myself before embarking on this drive? No worries, thought I. I'll find a back way that should zip me downtown in no time!
Well, 45 minutes later I was lost. Not just mixed up. Completely screwed-up-in-the sketchiest part of town-lost. We're talking D Street and Martin Luther King Blvd. Not a Wendy's or Chevron in site. Nothing but dingy apartment complexes, empty warehouses and skulking figures moving about the shadows. I did what any girl in my situation would have done. Peed my pants. Yesiree I full on peed my pants. We're not talking a tiny leak, but what some worry may happen to Hoover Dam one of these days. What a good thing it was that I had consumed more than 4 glasses of water and 2 diet cokes so that my urine was clean and oderless. I know what you're thinking. Gross right? What's my problem? Well, I'll tell you. I had two options. Pull over and attempt a public urination on the side of the road, and in the process end up mugged/raped/ticked by the cops and still probably end up peeing my pants. or I could just go in the comfort and safety of my own car. I chose that latter and because of that, I am safe and alive today with no criminal record of any kind. Of course, I did have to drive all the way home in a puddle of my own pee, change my clothes and have a quick spongebath before going out to the nights festivities. And now I've got another Silly Suzy story to tell. I'd be ashamed if this were the 11th time this had happened, but its not and hey, it could happen to anyone at any time.
Even YOU!