Grossest/weirdest things you've seen at a gig

I was standing next to her when it happened and I've told this story so many times... But I'll tell it again.

It was about 1am and the terrace was packed. Illya was playing and it was a good evening . I was leaning on the wall right next to the step that leads into the DJ booth. The step was directly on my right with my friends Pete, and Tim to my left.

Pete and Tim were chatting and I was standing looking over the crowd when I see a reasonably attractive girl staggering through the crowd, bumping people out of the way. I don't pay too much attention till I notice a guy chasing after her looking deeply concerned. She shoves her way to the front and plops herself down on the step next to me with her face in her hands.

I believe "that's a little odd".

What happens next took about 15 seconds to play out but in my mind lasts about half an hour.

I noticed a foul smell waft up and at this point she stands up, drops her pants, sits down and proceeds to do an Exxon Valdes style dump all over the step leading up to the dj booth.

I'm standing there with my vodka lime and soda in total disbelief. I turn to my left, grab Pete's arm and say "We need to go now!"

He looks at me a bit pissed off and then notices what's going on behind me and makes a beeline to the door.

Meanwhile the guy who followed her through the dancefloor is desperately trying to get her pants back up and get her out of the club. She's sitting on the step resisting his efforts and giving him the kind of look that says "what the fcuk are you doing? I'm taking a shit here and want to be left in peace". Finally he gets her pants up and starts manhandling her out the door. By this stage he has shit all over him, she has shit all over her, there's shit on the walls and a pool of shit on the step and floor.

We had evacuated to the balcony where we had made the fatal error of not clearing the doorway. On the way out she trips on the door sill, reaches out to stop herself from falling and gets Pete squarely in the back with her shitty hand.

Pete calls out "I'm hit! I'm hit!"

There is a mixture of laughter and sympathetic "ooooooo's" from the crowd.

She disappears into the evening never to be seen again (presumably she's gone to live in a convent). Pete jumped in a cab, went home and was back on the dancefloor 25 mins later.

Respect.

We stayed for an hour before going to the globe to spread the gospel.

And yes it's true, Illya looked up, wondered what he'd done wrong to clear a dance floor so quickly before a friendly punter pointed to the mess no more than a metre from his shoes.

He played through the entire cleanup...

Awesome.

Wait... i don't get it..
filled with what?