Inside your gear? Holy cow, that’s grody. Cleaning that out afterward must have been a horror.

Glad you survived that as well, Captain. Stay safe out there.

Damn. Sounds like you’ve got PTSD. Or PSTD, which is a Pre-STD. That’s even worse.

Nooo, rave was far distant second to your way more seriously f’ed up ordeal with stomach crampin hellride… If not prior, bet your eyes have been brown ever since:)
RE: p.s. Oh dude, so sadly, Yahhh, I wasn’t feeling real romantic… and I WAS distressed about it(main intent of going to rave roight? =hookup!) – Ironically, my wrecked mind WAS actually concerned the odor I was ‘soaking in’ while extendedly indisposed, would be clingin/lingering on my clothes upon exit(with my not being able to any longer tell) Frickin hell! Feelin like a pariah/unclean!
Of course, poor girl had already been stricken from elegible list due to her utterered wails of horror next door. My mind recoiled hardcore from possible contact scenarios, and then our dual exits-me unfortunately being able to see in faint moonlight her mind-destroyed expression of Eeeewww/omgggg and stuttering request “Is that one SAFE???”
She WAS quite grateful I could confidently tell her that door#3 was not a mud slide AND there was still some tp left…But yeahh… TMI!
Best teachable moment though~ mini-flashlight is life saver:)

Jesus, Jeryk, that is grody. Of all the times to get hit with the runs, I’m guessing at a rave is only slightly better than on a convoy in Iraq.

Thanks for reading and complimenting, I appreciate it.

Chris

p.s. I’m guessing you didn’t get lucky with the girl who went in after you.