Sometimes I feel like the ladies rooms of bars and clubs are like their own little VIP sections. Oftentimes, the venues are so crowded — and with patio space taken up by smokers — that the bathrooms are a nice little retreat.
I find myself spending a lot of time in there ... socializing. That's what we're doing in the ladies room, guys — not looking at ourselves in the mirror, having piss races or making out in the bathroom stall.
Since I started opening up the door to the ladies room to readers, I've rescued a stray drunk girl and put her in the "human lost and found"; I've had to hold my pee for coke-sniffing go-go dancers; and I've witnessed two girls come to the realization they were dating the same guy, So, in some cases, it's just safer to go to the bathroom in pairs.
And actually, I met one of my best friends in the Q.C., Dianne, in the bathroom of Cans a few years ago. We complimented each other's outfits, had a conversation about a shared love of college football, and have been friends ever since.
Recently, though, a girlfriend called me from inside the stall of Dilworth Neighborhood Grille.
"Your name is on the back of the door in the bathroom stall here," she said.
Confused, I found myself hoping it didn't have "Call for a good time" written next to it.
"It's an ad for Girls Only: The Secret Comedy of Women. It has you quoted as saying 'I laughed so hard I almost peed a little.'"
(True story ... that play was that funny, and it runs until Aug. 1 at the Stage Door Theater. Go see, and pee, for yourself.)
Apparently, I was also recently featured in the men's bathroom at the Lake Norman Comedy Zone ... well, my article was, at least. But you don't have to take a dump in a bar bathroom to read it. Check out my blog to read about how Coolio tried to claim my uterus at the Rob Schneider show a couple of months ago.
Speaking of The Comedy Zone, one is opening in Uptown soon ... stay tuned.