But...I'm a lady!

I friggin' love the ladies' bathroom at the English Pub in downtown Reykjavik. (I may or may not be slightly drunk as I write this post...)

The ladies' room at the English Pub is awesome. I should know since I spent a considerable amount of time there tonight. In fact, every time I went down there, I couldn't help myself from snickering. And let me tell you -- it's hard to do your business when you're giggling. Damn you, happy hour drinks!

I felt like this "lady" whenever I entered through the semi-decadent, pseudo-Victorian ladies' room door:



Several times this evening, I had to stop myself from saying aloud in a fake-British accent, "But I'm a lady!". No matter how old I get, I never seem to get over the fact that I can't actually fake a convincing British accent. Not that it stops me from trying...and laughing at my own failed attempts. British accents always seem like a great idea after a few pints...

By the way, I ALWAYS judge a bar by the quality of its bathrooms. The English Pub passes the test (at least before midnight) just by the fact that the bathroom door makes me think of a Little Britain character. That is a total WIN in my book!