Bar hopping is something I love to do because I hate to be in the same place the whole night. It adds a new element to going out allowing you to meet more people, hear new music, and just be in a different environment. Who wants to stay in the same place drinking for 4 hours? The group of friends I was with this night was the same way.

We were at this local club when we all decided to leave and head to another bar down the street. When we chose the next bar we thought it was closer then it really was to where we were. Actually, it was the farthest bar we could possible go to on the local strip of bars. Someone in our group was stupid enough to mention, why don't we all walk (still did not think about how far)? Our thought was its cheaper then taken a taxi a few blocks, so everyone agreed.

The group began to walk not thinking about the distance because we are all to busy "chatting" and just following the one idiot who thinks he knows how to get to the bar. About 20 minutes later, were still walking and realize this bar is seriously far away. Now, a girl in our group is dancing around and us guys just go, 'oh she really wants to dance'. She yelled at us, of course, guys are clueless.

At this point, we were really far from the cars and the one bar on this side of the strip. Why is it when you need something, its not around or you can't find it? This was one of those times for this girl because it seemed like we were on an island with no public restrooms nearby. No restaurants, bars, clubs, or stores. The only thing we saw were closed office buildings and a corner-store gas station. Gas stations are one of the worst places to use a bathroom and everyone knows this, but it was the only thing we saw in sight. Most of us head toward the gas station, while one of my friends started back to get the car. He had enough of this walking.

The girl runs inside the gas station, some keep wandering on, and a friend and I wait outside the station. The group is not really a group anymore and none of us really know what is going on. The girl now immediately comes back out of the gas station saying the restroom is out of order. Figures!

She decides to hold it a little longer knowing someone is coming back with a car to bring us to the next bar. Within a few minutes, the waiting doesn't last and the complaining begins. Being guys, we just say go use the bush behind the gas station not thinking she would actually do it. There really wasn't a back to this station and its on a main street with a lot of traffic. Our assumption turned out to be wrong.

She runs towards the nearest greenery should could find and begins the squat. By this time we are laughing hysterically and the other friend shows up with the car. He pulls up and tells us to get in so we can move on. We decided to mess with her and just get in and tell him she went ahead with the others. So she is still popping a squat when he peels out of the station. The friend driving now sees a girl running after the jeep in the rear view mirror. He realizes whats going on, but doesn't stop.

We did come back around and picked her up 5 minutes later. She didn't talk to us the rest of the night. I wonder why? We helped her find a bathroom.