My friends and I wound up in a shitty town in the California desert...
... called Ridgecrest. It's right next to the China Lake weapons testing centre, so the whole place is crawling with military personnel. It also proudly boasts no less than SIX police forces... So we decide to go to the only bar in town and keep a low profile. Which we did.

Until my friend put "candle in the wind" on the juke box, and we spent the rest of the night chasing vodka-redbulls with jagermeister.

WARNING - this combination makes you psychotic.

We eventually started punching each other in the bar, then left, at which point one friend crossed the main road through town, 6 lanes wide, to get a coke from a coke machine in a cage. At which point the rest of us decided the best thing to do would be to throw rocks at him, across the road. Which we did.

Not stones, but rocks. In a town with 6 police forces and 50,000 military personnel. At his head. Amazingly, none of them hit him. Amazingly, we didn't get shot.

I took off my shoes and walked barefoot over cacti, and somehow we made it back to the motel, where we had another punch up outside involving boiled eggs. The motel, of course, full of high ranking military officials. One of my friends slept in a chair, with his eyes open, and another slept on the carpet and pissed himself. We all woke up the next day absolutely amazed that we were still alive. Miracles can happen, I guess.

OK, it's not one of the worst experiences, probably one of the best. Ho hum.
( dr_fonz, Fri 19 Mar 2004, 11:33, Reply)