We all went once, all dressed up. First husband liked his nails painted a little TOO much, worried me a bit, lol.
In the interval, the queue for the ladies toilet was horrific, about a mile and a half or so, and there were only like three guys waiting to go in the mens. We figured we were all dressed the same anyway and there wasn't that much left to the imagination, so we went in there - that saved some time
Dan would never, NEVER, go.
Men in Texas do not dress up in womens underwear under any circumstances. Even if 100 men were threatening to beat on them if they didn't do it, and doing it was the only thing that would save their life, they'd stand there, hitch their belt, roll their sleeves and say "Well, looks like we're about to get cross-ways in a hurry"
