From Hell Gate:
Scene: It's a beautiful Sunday in May. You're in Prospect Park's Long Meadow, surrounded by a thousand bottles of natural day-drunk wine, rank hard seltzers, sodas and other liquids of the nonalcoholic variety, and assorted Modelo six-packs. All of these liquids must be processed through the human body after they have done their job of making a simply perfect day even more pleasurable—and hydrated.
Soon, you begin to feel that tell-tale pressure. The closest bathroom is 15 minutes away at Grand Army Plaza, and you know you'll wait another 20 minutes on a line.
