It was a cold November night in Vienna. We were playing strip poker. We were drinking out of small kegs of beer we purchased at the grocery store. Running around at midnight in our boxer shorts and tighty whities and panties, throwing snowballs packed from the snow off parked cars. We didn't know there were a couple strung out Vienese making out in one of the cars. The cops showed up a long time later, rousing us from our sleep. They lined us up in the foyer of the hostel.