The best night of my life (sadly) was when I heard "welcome to the jungle" by Guns N Roses.
I was in the Navy and very home sick. A guy on the ship invited me to his church. Long story short, it was a strict baptist cult. We could only listen to music with out drums or electric guitars.
One night I was invited to stay at the house of a dude who liked to hang out with young sailors *cough cough*. It freaked me out so instead I got a hotel room across from a strip bar and proceeded to get drunk. The prettiest girl came out and danced to "welcome to the jungle" and at that point I realized, I was not fit for a baptist cult.
I was in the Navy and very home sick. A guy on the ship invited me to his church. Long story short, it was a strict baptist cult. We could only listen to music with out drums or electric guitars.
One night I was invited to stay at the house of a dude who liked to hang out with young sailors *cough cough*. It freaked me out so instead I got a hotel room across from a strip bar and proceeded to get drunk. The prettiest girl came out and danced to "welcome to the jungle" and at that point I realized, I was not fit for a baptist cult.