I went to a Goth bar a few years back
with my friend Jess. I was Gothed up, long dress, fishnet stockings, mantle, etc.

Being allergic to smoke, I took an allergy tablet before we entered the bar. I normally had a high alcohol tolerance, but being young and naive had never combined alcohol and antihistamines.

Six drinks later, I stumbled into the toilet to let some out and make room for more. As I stepped out of the cubicle, four vampirish girls looked me up and down and giggled, but said nothing. I said hello, and they were friendly, but didn't indicate the source of their amusement.

As I reached for the door back out to the bar, I looked down and noticed my calf-length dress was tucked up in the waistband of my fishnets, all the way around. I quickly pulled it out and raced out of the toilet, and told Jes what happened. She immediately put her head down on the table, covered it with the hood of her mantle, and I watched her shoulders shake violently with laughter for several minutes. When she regained her Gothic compsure, she turned to her boyfriend and said "It's time to get Ali some food, she's done for the night!" The story had just enough time to make it around the bar before we made it out onto the street!
(ghettobooty, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 13:40, Reply)