bathrooms... --feel the power

I'm officially an amateur heart breaker.
I was taken to dinner at Nopalito recently. I have a mixed opinion, and am currently uncertain if I would return. We had to wait for over an hour... which permitted enough time for me to purchase a new Nutella, and notice that the set up of Madrone might be somehow flipped now. And since I was rambling around, by the time we actually got a table (meaning a spot on a communal table, but more on that later...) my walnut bladder was already barking. But to pee at Nopalito you have to go though some sort of cross terrain obstacle course, and then find a single stall. So I was waiting and waiting. The guy hanging out folding napkins told this cute elderly couple who were also waiting that there was an additional restroom past the meat counter in the next door deli, but you need the code. 1794 or something like that. So. I finally got to pee. The verdict? The sink, sink hardware, soap, etc were all nice. Oddly the decor of the bathroom had some strange branch in it. The type of branch that you would put into a large lizard cage with a heat lamp or something. Seriously, I think they must have bought it at a pet food store. I thought that was so weird, that I didn't even notice that the hand dryer said "Feel the Power." I was clued into that detail by my dining partner. What's the deal with those hand dryers 2.0 anyways? It was so loud and blasting my ears.
So the extra beautiful part was that again I ran into Sarah Jane. I've been randomly running into her lately,... long after our days of working at the rat farm together. She was sitting next to me for over half of the meal, and I never really noticed her because all eyes were on the carnitas. Funny stuff. The carnitas was good, but the rest? I dunno.
And, Puerto Alegre had some sort of rubber band fix it on the toilet paper roll holder. Nice!