My best was a specific leg on a trip through Europe.
In 1999 I went to Europe with a few coworkers/friends. And yes, I was a bit worried about the Y2K problem so we traveled before all the planes and computers would crash.
Pretty normal trip and we ended up in Dresden since I love Kurt Vonnegut. From there off to Prague. We heard it was cheap and we could see Franz Kafka’s house.
So on the train to from Dresden to Prague me and my three traveling buddies had our passports checked. This turned into a problem for me. A bunch of dudes with machine guns had never seen a passport like mine since I had just had it issued. I was fairly certain I was going to a eastern European jail. Luckily, after about 30 minutes this was cleared up. I was shitting myself telling the people I was with to call the embassy and giving them photocopies of my passport and ID I had in my money-belt.
In Prague we found a pretty horrible hostile but it was only 6 bucks a night and I can deal with odd bugs when the room is cheap enough. We were put in a room with this awesome guy from Boston that had been floating around Europe for a few months. Josh…
Josh was all, ” Lets make some spaghetti.” since the hostel sort of had a kitchen. So we were off to find a grocery store. There is a huge grocery store in downtown Prague. It is just underground. Supplies bought, noodles in belly.
Now we figure out how to party. Josh knows of a place called “Club Uzi” that is pretty close. What could go wrong? The place was closed for the night. That went wrong. So we went to a place that was a weird underground place with a shit DJ and freakishly attractive women. I am fairly certain paying for sex was a option. We left pretty quick and went back to the hostel.
The next night we went to another place that was more normal. Big open place that was modern with hardwood everything. We were getting liters of very strong local beer and didn’t care. When I paid the bill I wasn’t really sure what they said so I gave them the biggest bill I had in my wallet and told them to keep the change. I later found out each massive beer was around 50 cents and I probably paid her rent for the month with my tip.
Next thing I remember is crawling along train-tracks….
We eventually make it back downtown and we know where the hostel is. But there is another club. So fuck it.
There is this long staircase going down and there is a club straight out of “The Lost Boys” The inside is modeled after a cave and is very dark and there are holes in the walls you can crawl through to get to different sections featuring different sexual acts.
We bounced pretty quick. But this is where the night became the best. Some “lads” were walking past us and there were a bunch of posters for a concert Scorpions were having. They were running around ripping down the posters and pissing on them. The cops were not pleased and they ended up in a Eastern European jail.