If you need to know, take a road trip with the guy...you'll know.

I was talking to my sister...or rather texting about an up-coming wedding of our cousin Jaime.  Lindsey is planning on coming up for the special occasion (as well as other great family members that I miss sooooo much, but my sister was unplanned) and I'm so excited!  She is going to be driving up from Arizona with her boyfriend who I have never met.  I referenced when I drove down to Arizona to be with her for Christmas and I said, "At least you won't be with that fool I did the drive with."  She responded saying how she felt bad.  Then I said how I think road trips are a good way to know someone.  Even though I already wanted nothing to do with him...but had I and knowing how awful he is to road trip with  it would have ended because of how often he had to pee. 
You see I grew up with a Dad that was pretty serious to be around.  I remember being trained by a young age that needing to pee often on a road trip wasn't acceptable.  I can't say the guy was wrong.  I think it is too!  I mean you are stuck sitting down for hours already and I say lets get to the destination as fast as we can.  If you want a slow, laxed vacation go on a cruise!  I do think peeing is important to not get any infections, but DO NOT CHUG THE BEVERAGES while on a long car ride.  I've said my peace about that, but I'm sure it will come up again in this story. 
I went to Arizona to spend Christmas with my sister.  Remember how a while ago I posted something about how I will survive because I found a job.  It was false hope and they let me go right away.  It think I was just a temp and well...they can kiss my butt.  I have no clue why still so I'm a bit butt hurt.  I do have a way better job now though.  Life is good.  Anyway, I didn't want to be alone for Christmas and a guy I had dated was driving down and I said I would chip in for gas if I could go.  He had no problem taking me along.  There were 3 of us on this drive.  We started the 11 hour drive late into the evening, but didn't make it far due to him stopping and peeing every hour (not joking)/eating while sitting in a place vs. the car...but then the  the snow became the issue.  We were stuck staying the night in some Chief Joseph decorated scary motel.  In the morning we looked for snow chains and could not find any in this town of 500 people, but we pressed on.  Again stopping and peeing every hour (not me) we didn't make it to my destination till 5pm.  This ended up taking about 24 hours to get there. 
Once I was there I thoroughly enjoyed my time with my sister.  Scottsdale was all nice and hot.  I could drive my sisters car with the window down, wear short sleeves.  I even took myself on a tour of Frank Lloyd Wrights house.  I was stoked because I studied him in school.  I had seen photos of the place, but in person everything looked so cheap.  I know plywood was a modern material back then, but material doesn't have to mean cheap quality.  Frank...you were right in so many ways, but I see you were just wrong in others.  Still a great thing for me to see in person though.  Christmas was also great.  My sister and I just did our own thing, we opened up our presents, made a great meal, relaxed... it was just nice being with her.
Arizona didn't last too long because the next day we were back on the road.  We didn't get along too well, but I wont get into that because this is already getting too long of a blog and I have to gross you out in a bit.  We went through Vegas on the way home.  Again him inhaling the beverages and having to pee at any opportunity.  I saw signs for the Hoover Dam and I had never seen it before.  I asked if we could stop and see it and actually this time I had to pee as well.  We pull over, find a parking space and I run to the long line of people waiting to use one of the 4 outhouses.  There I stood having no of fear doing the potty dance in front of all these strangers.  I was about to die!  Finally it is my turn,  a door opens up and I peed my pants.  Ok I didn't, but I ran like a fool into the lieu.  After locking the door I turned around and I was horrified.  I was standing in at least half an inch of liquid???  I thought what am I supposed to do?  After hiking up the legs of my pants I walked carefully to the hole, realized it was about full and there was pee all over the seat.  I looked  to my right and saw there was no toilet paper.  I am only 5'5'' and I'd say this seat was at least mid thigh height.  What was I going to do!!!?  I prayed really hard and then said I will pee my pants if I don't just suck it up and do something.  I turned around...stood on my tip toes as high as I could leaning the heal against the plastic wall doing a squat/stand I leaned over the toilet and started to pee.  I lost balance immediately, but stopped my naked bum from touching the drenched toilet seat by grabbing the side...which happened to be a urinal!  I almost died.  I was so grossed out and I just didn't know how it could get worse.  I continued to pee with my face flipped upside down to watch, making sure I wasn't touching anything.  Then I realized I too was peeing all over the place. lol.  I was too short to do a hover and it wasn't all making it in the hole.  So I tapped myself off.  I pulled up my pants and one side of my leg was wet.  I about puked again.  It got worse like when I saved my balance by grabbing the urinal!  I think I not only had my pee on me, but a nasty combination of strangers pee.  I was diseased by now.  My pants weren't visibly wet so I rushed to see a corner of the dam and I was good to go.  I found my purse and I got my sanitizing liquid out and I did what I had to do to survive.  I curse you Hoover Dam bathroom maintenance people!  You suck at your job!
I don't even think I can go on writing this post...I'm just too grossed out.
All in all....worst road trip ever, but mainly because of the company....for many reasons.
Amen.