Why wait?
When I'm out in Nevada there ain't a tree for miles.
When ya gotta go - ya gotta go.
Yeah, yeah - folks driving by inevitably honk - but so what?

As for Mimi - I was very, very drunk - and she was, too.
We'd been soaking in the hot springs - which lightens the head even more.
Now Mimi was of the extra-large variety.
Not the dumpling style - but of World War I tank construction.
Suffice it to say that she had no room directly in front of her on the bar to place her beer bottle.
I had no recollection - but the next morning in the showers a guy said to me,
"I can't believe what you did last night. You better watch out for Mimi."
My head was throbbing, but I had to know what happened.
Seems that at closing time I got up from my stool, reached around her, and did the kiddie bike horn "Honk-Honk".
Fortunately, I was up early and on my way before I had hell to pay.

May I add that those days are very-much-so over.

Best - J