Low cut red dress: $200L. Sexy Updo Hair: $150L. Club Admission: $150. No one deciding to use that urinal while I wash up? Priceless. Seven Ultra Lounge
According to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control (CDC), Clean Hands Save SLives! (OK…I added the ‘SL’ to that…but still…) And that is why I embarked on my whirlwind tour of places to wash up and ward off dreaded diseases like SLwine Flu (which seems to be easing off some) and the Whine Flu (which I tend to get when other blogs get more hits than mine).
It was quite a challenge to find a restroom to wash up in that would not make you feel dirtier after washing than before. I was very sorry at first – I naively tried looking for the terms “restroom” and “bathroom” in SL search.* Ummm. Don’t do that. Trust me.
Out of sheer curiosity, I did end up visiting a couple of the places that made a point of advertising that they had restrooms. But shockingly enough, no one at [insert name of fetish club] or [insert name of sex resort] was washing their hands.
Now, I am no prude, but I realized that it would be better to search for places that would be likely to have restrooms but would not necessarily list them in their place descriptions. So, I started looking for spas, gyms, restaurants and bars. Bingo!
BTW, guess where I did not find a washroom? Ironically enough, CDC Island (home of the CDC in SL) had no sinks at all. No hand sanitizer. Nada. Just meeting facilities where I assume many germ covered SLientists and doctors will have virtual meetings, shake virtual hands and spread SLickness.
During my investigation of all things germy, I discovered this shocking fact: blogging and blog reading are terribly dangerous things to do!!!! This is because, apparently, a keyboard can have 5 times the germs of a toilet seat! ZOMG!!!! But that is ok because you can now buy a dishwasher safe keyboard. Whew!
In the end I learned a lot during my SL washroom tour. But what was the most important lesson of all? That if you plan to wash you hands in SL, you'd better bring your own soap.
I look very serene in this picture - but I was only moments away from chucking that bar of soap at a woman who suffered from SLight Flu - the need to wear a blindingly bright face light.
I asked Jerremy go check out the men's side of the restroom at Poetik near the Hotel Dare, but I think we could have gotten each other much cleaner in the coed shower there.
The peaceful, calm, beautiful Dorian Day Spa. But I was nervous. For some reason - I felt like the elephants wandering around outside would sense I was in there without an appointment and trample me as I left. 
You can dance on the dance floor or on top of the bar, play pool and then wash up at the adorably detailed ladies' and men's rooms at Fat Daddy's. And actually, when this washing animation finishes, it sort of plops you onto the counter - so you can dance up there, too, and watch yourself in the mirror. Just don't SLip on any water.
