Super Bowl Potty Break

Already full of tap beer, we careened through the parking lot on foot, hiding between the large trucks, smoking "the kind."

I was lucky enough to attend one of the Super Bowls in California in the '90s. Now, I feel lucky for two reasons. One, Michael Jackson was the halftime show; two, John Travolta was in attendance.

During the halftime show, and a friend and I snuck down to the front row to watch Michael. One hell of a show! Eventually, security caught up with us, and we were asked to return to our seats. Instead, we went out to the parking lot and sparked one in celebration of the day.

Already full of tap beer, we careened through the parking lot on foot, hiding between the large trucks, smoking "the kind."

On the way back to the stadium, we got in the long line for the men's restroom. Being classy guys, we did not use the parking lot, but probably should have since the line was 50-plus bodies long.

I finally got my turn and was flowing freely when I noticed some guy with a camera in my face. Once I realized the camera was not for me, I glanced at the guy next to me (taboo in the urinal row) to see if it was about him. _Yipes!_ I was pissing next to Travolta.

I said to the guy with the camera, "Hey, give the guy a break--he's pissing."

I remember thinking later that I never realized how tall and large a man he actually is in real life.

Today, Michael is dead. John and I are still alive. The guy with the camera is probably working for TMZ.

Bask in the light, friends, each day is a gift.

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