I'm like a rat in the maze.... that pissed his pants

One thing I have noticed about all of these New York clubs is that you have to follow a series of interconnected tunnels designed by the Viet Cong to find a bathroom. Seriously... we were out at Sin Sin the other night and to find the bathroom you had to sneak around the upstairs bar, know where the black curtain was to reveal a secret hallway (and not go too far to the right, because that just leads you downstairs), then you walk down that hallway and come to a fork... don't go to the left because then you'll just end up in another club that shares the same bathroom. Make a right.... walk down to that hallway and try to figure out which way to go to get to the men's bathroom. Now, imagine you are totally shit-faced drunk. And it's dark. And they use disorienting, low-output, red lightbulbs everywhere. Did I mention you were drunk? Okay, so you find it the first time. Can you find your way back to where you started? Even if you are lucky enough to not end up in a) the other club or b) the wrong level of the bar you were in, can you remember how you got there when you have to go piss again? Because you were stupid and broke the seal early in the night you have to repeat this procedure 2, 3, maybe 4 times. All I know is this is a surefire recipe for an R. Kelly "I want to piss on you" (because I can't find the goddamn bathroom) remix.