Seriously. What the fuck?
Where am I?Walking into this bathroom that I have known and loved for years to be greeted by posh stone and clean walls was a slap in the face. I stood there stunned exclaiming out loud "What the fuck did they do!?"
What did they do? They took all the charm and flushed it down the proverbial toilet. I mentioned a while ago, that I had the idea for this blog while in this very bathroom. Well this is not the same bathroom. The one I know and love was covered in a beautiful mural, it covered the walls and the ceiling. The best part was the diatribe directly above the urinal. Oh how I would love to remember those words right now. It was literary genius, scrawled on bathroom walls.
I suppose this falls into the "All good things must come to an end" category of life experience. Yet this doesn't make the sting go away any faster. I do love the Mallard, it has been a fun place (best jukebox in town). But the owners missed the ball on this one.
I can't wait to see what it looks like with graffiti all over it...
What did they do? They took all the charm and flushed it down the proverbial toilet. I mentioned a while ago, that I had the idea for this blog while in this very bathroom. Well this is not the same bathroom. The one I know and love was covered in a beautiful mural, it covered the walls and the ceiling. The best part was the diatribe directly above the urinal. Oh how I would love to remember those words right now. It was literary genius, scrawled on bathroom walls.
I suppose this falls into the "All good things must come to an end" category of life experience. Yet this doesn't make the sting go away any faster. I do love the Mallard, it has been a fun place (best jukebox in town). But the owners missed the ball on this one.
I can't wait to see what it looks like with graffiti all over it...
