Word: bathroom
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...several more reportedly drinking with some male companions at a popular watering hole, Longet returned to Sabich's house. Soon afterward, she phoned the Aspen Valley Hospital to report that there had been a shooting. Sheriffs officers, police and ambulance attendants found Sabich lying in the master bathroom, next to a sunken tub, mortally wounded by a single .22-cal. bullet in the abdomen. As Aspen Valley's Dr. Charles Williams related it, Longet "told police officers that he [Sabich] was showing me how to hold the gun and it went...
...Jane--he co-wrote two songs on the album with her. He's beginning to complain about playing country music, as in "Kick It in Second Wind," when it's one o'clock in the morning and the audience is screaming for more, "Somebody's locked in the bathroom and the manager's lost the key/I pity that man, but from where I stand, it looks like the prisoner is me." He's not eulogizing craziness as much anymore...
...were stuck. There was lots of Coke-buying, cigarett-bumming and flooding the bathroom in this interlude. We weren't even drunk, and we had to explain howthehell Retina the Arab ever acquired her blind-faith blind-drunk opthomalogic condition anyway. Tim came up with a suicide pact right out of the grand old Haemon/Electra Hamlet/Ophelia blues tradition and all we needed was an introduction...
...hallways of the Science Center are cold and darkened. The security guard, reading at his desk, is interrupted by a hand-holding couple searching for a bathroom. There is a light on in the director's office where a man sits with his coat on, tapping away at a computer terminal. In the cafeteria a radio speaker has been playing classical music all night to an empty room. At midnight the music yields to a recording of two comedians performing live. They're telling jokes and singing folk songs in a thick Yiddish accent. Applause and laughter echo from...
...cooler air of the bathroom women are divided into two camps: those that look like Bette Midler and those that are thin. The former sport needle-thin eyebrows, wavy permanents, and blood-dark lipstick that shines like grease within the neatly-pencilled borders of their mouths. The latter droop against walls and sinks and toilet stall doors, saying nothing; they seem to think that being thin is enough. They're embarassed to be here, as if admitting to human functions belies their lifeless mannequin status...