My band played a show at this place in SF called the Cherry Bar. It was a lesbian club, but they had a music night once a week and a lot of bands played there. I don't really get nervous at shows, but about 30 minutes before I play i get a few butterflies and I usually have to drop a quick deuce. Being a dyke bar, the guys bathroom consisted of one urinal and a toilet with no door. There wasn't really a lot of people in the club then, so me and the singer snuck into the girls bathroom to change clothes. (let me just say that the girls bathroom in that place was pretty awesome. it was really clean, had about 10 stalls, a big mirror, and artwork on the walls). The singer changes clothes pretty fast and gets out of there quick without anyone seeing him, but I decided that it was a good time to stay for a few minutes and handle my "other" business. As soon as I flush the toilet I hear about 6 girls barge into the bathroom and I'm fucking stuck. If I leave now, not only will they see that I'm a dude in the chicks bathroom ( at a dyke club, no less), but they can also easily infer that I was taking a deuce. and its not like I can just take that embarassment and leave the club. I'm about to be on stage for a couple hours where everyone can see me. Long story short, I have to hide out in the stall for what seems like an eternity. As soon as one chick leaves, another one enters. Its like a revolving door. It finally chills out for a minute and I make a break for the door. Just as I open it, I run straight into this cute girl and almost knock her down. I just kept going and didn't look back. I went to talk to my friends, and the chick I almost knocked down comes and sits down at our table. She apparently just moved to town and was my friend's new roommate...I ended up making out with her a few weeks later, so I must not have made that bad of an impression, but at the time I felt like jumping off a building.
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