(taken from my other thread)

This is going to sound weird but I can't wait to see what WEIRD thing is going to happen while on vacation in London and Amsterdam. Something alwasy weird/funny happens. I always have some great stories from my trips.

The last trip I got lost for 2 hours walking around.

I got lost another day on purpose and decided that I need to get back to my hotel. Right when I thought that, I looked up and my hotel was right in front of me. I had managed to make a complete circle.

I was smoking outside of my hotel one day late at night and this guy approches me and starts asking me to repeat everything he says back to him. I'm sure he was a little slow. It was a very strange experience.

Then there are the things I can barely talk about. heeeee heeeee heeeee.


Please share your funny travel stories.

MIGUELGOMEZ said:

I have no funny travel stories. I barely leave Oklahoma!
[Edited 4/17/08 14:41pm]

I have some mildly entertaining travel stories (going to Vegas with a friend who's somewhat of a celebrity and having an audience with Wayne Newton; watching TV actors do blow at a party in a private room at The Mondrian; Seeing Nicolas Cage at the Marmont; Reese Witherspoon, Marilyn Manson, etc. at The Standard; also Famke Janssen making an ass of herself at same; Stan Ridgway bumming a cigarette off me in London; having a hell of a time with the Glaswegian accent for the first day or so; having a clerk give me 'tude for trying to use English in Paris and then being told by another clerk to, "Speak English, Monsieur!" when I tried to get by with my French; almost getting stranded in a really bad neighbourhood in New Orleans, when I went to see some local musicians and taxis didn't want to come into the area; meeting an Up with People performer in Memphis who wanted to be my new best friend; dealing with a neo-Nazi in the South; going to some crazy parties in NYC; meeting up with Fluffy at the Fireside Bowl in Chicago; staying in a borderline hippie commune in Austin (a.k.a. a UT dorm); being asked umpteen times if I'd "tried the Guiness yet" in Dublin; being confined to bed by a horrible sunburn in Nice; seeing Don Ho in Hawaii; hearing horrible Bob Marley covers in Jamaica; going to a bad part of Acapulco with a friend of mine who needed to replace one of his contacts; going to some horrible clubs way down in F-L-A... I'm sure I'm forgetting lots...), but I hate traveling and don't anticipate ever leaving Central Toronto again.

To quote Tom Waits, "I'm an albino catfish; I like it in my tank."

Bad weather either precedes or follows me, no matter where I'm travelling to. It's gotten to the point where it's a running joke. And it would be a lot funnier if it didn't actually put me in peril occasionally.

...watching Forrest Whitaker be a douche and deny that he was Forrest Whitaker to some guy who was just trying to be friendly at a party. ...Which reminds me that I ended up at this party by picking up a chick on Melrose who showed up with a dude that may or may not have been someone she was dating, and that she stormed off after he and I got lost in guitar talk. I was now plus-oneless, but I made fast friends with some other dudes on the list. They later invited me to said party at The Mondrian, where - upon entering the lobby - we saw Kiefer Sutherland in his underwear (), chatting away to some dude.

L.A.: crazy town.

Ace said:

You have the life I want to have.....

Heheee!!!

Raze said:

I would totally freak. My thing is that I have always had to deal with messed up airplanes.

Horrible things happened when I was afraid of flying. I was actually waiting for a plane when the employee got on the mic and said, "We we will be leaving shortly. There is a hole in the plane and they are patching it up."

I'M NOT FUCKING KIDDING. The thing is, it wasn't my plane. We were waiting for that plane to take off so that our plane could have us board.

I think that was God's way of saying to me, "I've scared you enough throughout the years."

MIGUELGOMEZ said:

I don't have it anymore and - trust me - you aren't missing anything.

MIGUELGOMEZ said:

Sometimes, when I travel by bus, I get a funny feeling in my pants. I think I might have some kind of bus fetish. Buserotica or something.

Raze said:

I was once on my way from cental IL to eastern MI, and a tornado followed me up I-55 all the way from home. I stopped and let it pass. Then another one was heading east along I-80 and met me at the I-55/I-80 junction. I let it get ahead of me, but I had to keep stopping because I kept catching up to it. That one actually destroyed a town and killed several people. There was a "Storm Stories" on the Weather Channel about it.

That was one of my more tense trips. The rest of them are just kind of miserable. 40 days/nights of rain in Hawaii (that actually killed a couple of people in a mud slide, too.)