the Studio Cafe
ok. i had taken the pics of the Roosevelt Hotel restrooms
& it was still waaay too early for anythin else to be
open, except for this. i had debates about whether to
bother to do this one or not, but i said "fuck it" so
i did. i swung the jimmy mobile back around & i was lookin
for some parkin. i was just passin the entrance & this
one fool was arguin w/ the parking enforcement lady (what
a total dork!). the dude was totally in violation & he
got a ticket. so i see this & decide to be careful for
once & i park right up the street next to the hollywood
office for takin back the community or sumpthin (they
were all wearin like yellow t-shirts). so i lock the
car, walk in, & see the dude bitchin to his friend bout
the ticket he got & sayin shit like "it's 8 o clock sunday
morning..." blah blah blah. the tv was on & the french
open final was on. for some odd reason, i dunno what it
is (i guess i'm a tennis nut via genetics) but i didnt watch
the game. i caught a glimpse of the score: 2-1 andrei
medvedev. the weird part is i swore i thot agassi
would pull it out. (then again, i was think bout how
he'd never actually come back from 2 sets down to win,
so i was thinkin he was due). so anywayz, i guess takin
pics of restrooms was more important. so i walk over
to the counter & i'm like a total moron & ask to use
the restroom (sign on restroom door: "for customers only").
so he gives me the key & i walk in. very cramped, not
exactly the height of cleanliness, but definitely close to
the entrance & the guys here are pretty friendly so the
accessibility factor is definitely a plus. here's the
pic.
well, there's a urinal & a commode, so that's good. as
said b4, it's very cramped so space is a premium. i
guess they hadn't cleaned it up that day either. the
is actually straight in front of the commode (the
angle couldn't quite capture it, but it's nothin special,
just a generic sink. that about wraps it up. so i
get out, give the key back, & say adios.
the Burgeoise Pig
Email: masterofpast@angelfire.com
