It was your body probably saying it desperately needed to take a shit! I opt for liquid pepto over imodum-ad type pills any day for exactly that reason. Blockage is no good.

My personal best Fest-Fail was last year. After a long day of drinking and smoking pot and eating shit I had Fest-bowels in a major way. I was in the Venue eagerly awaiting D4 to go on when my stomach started going crazy.

So I got into the epic long line for the men's room, and if anyone remembers the condition of the men's room at the venue last year, fucking nasty ass sewage swamp. The stalls were completely destroyed and didn't even have doors. Unacceptible shitting conditions, so I just peed and decided to handle it.

I went back out to the stage area before I realized that this shit was not going to wait for D4 and I was either going to get my ass evacuated or else splatter-shit my pants in the middle of their set. Not a pretty option, and the clock was ticking down to MPLS's finest taking the stage.

So I run full-tilt back to the lobby and assessing my options, put my head down, avoid eye contact and slip into the closest stall in the ladies room. SO I think I'm home free, can shit in peace, and only suffer one more moment of embarassment as I slip out.

That was until a girl two stalls away said, "Does anyone have any toilet paper? There's none in here." That's when I noticed the lack of TP in my stall as well. Realizing I too would have to ask for toilet paper, I put on what was, sadly, my most lilting falsetto to say, "Um, I'm gonna need toilet paper too."

"Are you a BOY?" came the reply from the stall next to me.

"Um...yes?" I said. And for some reason, I also said this in my bad girl-voice.

Then I collected what was left of my dignity and ran out to see D4 kicking ass.

Me too, what a GREAT story!



It was your body probably saying it desperately needed to take a shit! I opt for liquid pepto over imodum-ad type pills any day for exactly that reason. Blockage is no good.

Common Grounds bathroom has been surprisingly well maintained for the past 2 years in my experience, and that solid wall between you and the urinals is comforting. You've got your own little station in there...plus a sink in the stall! Great innovation for wiping off the swamp-ass!

Sidebar isn't so bad but should really be able to accomodate more people!

word that happens all the time now I get dizzish and all I need to do is go to the bathroom thankfully numerous doctors have given me nothing to go on but I appreciate your advise

BEST Fest FUCKUP OF ALL TIME!!!!!!

Fest V Dillinger Four PhildoBaggin Naked Stagedive Bellyflop.

Read all about it in this thread from Fest V...there's even pics...partial frontal in fact, so be careful.
http://www.noidearecords.com/Fest/board/viewtopic.php?t=460&start=0

Oh man. So I can't really stop laughing/crying from this story. But what I would like to add is that (and it may have been long after you were there), but the ladies bathroom at the Venue was a bio-hazard as well. There was no sign of t.p. unless we're talking about all the entire soggy rolls of it all over the floor and there certainly were no seats. And whothefuck knows when the last time those toilets were flushed! WOW.

Well I'm glad to hear you were entertained. Whatever condition the ladies room was in though, I have a hard time imagining it reaching the state of degeneration as did the men's. Like...have you ever seen Apocalypse Now? Lord of the Flies?

So is that Joe laying on the amp w/beer in hand? And is that you behind him? I was in awe with that situation. I probably have more unposted shots.

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Ha ha - yeah. That's Joe laying on the monitor and me behind him. He just started Festing waaaay too early. We'd been recording in GA the day before and got to Gainesville pretty early. We have about a bazillion good friends down there (Tony, Pratt, Geis, Keith, TOTB girls, girls, etc.) and we were so stoked to see everybody we just started hard charging it as soon as we got there. I had to slow down b/c I thought I was gonna fucking blow chunks, but Joe was just going for it, and this was the result. Ha ha.

Last day of the Fest after the after-show at Wayward, I walked over to a nearby party a friend was having at her house.

It was nearing 5am and the gate had been closed from people she didn't know coming in at this point, when two guys knocked asking desperately for help.

Seems that they lodged their car on top of a rock wall in the parking lot across the street. One guy swore that was where they drove in and so they were trying to back out the same direction.

I convinced a bunch of my guy friends yo help. They lifted their car off of the rock wall while my friend Jen took charge of steering the car away from the very packed parking lot.

Those guys REALLY shouldn't have been driving to begin with. I hope that got home OK.

Holy shit. Those guys are friends of mine. We traveled from Mississippi together in THAT car. I thought the story of punks united to help my buds get their car off a huge rock wall was a fairytale. But, I guess, this is proof. And, yes, they made it back to the hotel in one piece.

No fairytale! I'm SO GLAD to hear they got back in one piece. Tell them I said so. They hardly seemed worried about the car which was odd, but then again... it looked fine.

Funny thing is that they were asking me if the photos were for the Fest, and they were stoked to find out they were.