Gay Pride and Gay Pee

So this is Pride weekend in Chicago.  Our friend Mark is in town for the festivities.  We met Mark last Pride.  He's since moved to TX, which we constantly complain to him about, but he works for Southwest so he can fly here for free whenever he wants.

When Mark lived in Chicago, he was roommates with David (stay with me here.  This is a different David, and not me).  Last weekend, we went to the beach for a BBQ.  This was our second BBQ with David's mini grill that he got at the grocery store for $9.  It works pretty well, and apparently it's entirely legal to grill at the beach on the grass because cops passed us two different times and didn't say anything.

The only problem with grilling at the beach is that your grill gets really hot.  You have to dump the coals in order to successfully get the grill off the beach and back to your apartment.  So, we dump the coals around a tree, and then douse them with water to cool.  Well, this time we were not as close to the lake water or a drinking fountain as we were the last time, and all we had to transport water was one Styrofoam cup.  

David got tired of waiting for P, who admittedly DOES take a very long time to walk to the lake and back with a cup of water.  He decided he would pee in a second cup that we found and use that on the coals.  Before I knew what was happening, I saw this:

This is right before David realized that Styrofoam cups are weak.  As such, this cup cracked, and an all out stream of urine started running from his shorts leg.  In the end, he had an impressive cup of urine, and it did work to cool six or eight coals so that we didn't start another Great Chicago Fire.  But David's shorts were soaked.  Next time, we will be sure to bring a larger container to transport water.  Thankfully, no cops came by while this was happening.  Otherwise I might be blogging to you from jail.