after a long, hard, poke-my-eyes-out-after-18-jetlagged-hours-of-sleep-across-5-days sort of week, it was time to rally and make the last night count in vienna. and that means euro dance party. i had queried the locals in the office that day of to find out the hot spots, but all signs lead to big box discotheques with lines and cover charges. time for plan b and thanks to tmobile’s amazingly free international data plan in conjunction with yelp wien, <insert 10 minutes of confusion and broken english at a nearby hostel> we found our way to a dark alley with an unmarked door. what was within was more than we could ever have wished for: euro trance meets williamsburg hipster, complete with a hot dog stand and fernet. we danced our asses off amongst the college clientele and being that it was our last night in vienna, it was all par for the course digging around at the bottom of our purses for the last of our euros…ah to be 20-something again.
so there’s always the age-old dilemma…where to go next? with a horde of co-workers? after a long week of work and jetlag, we all let our proverbial hair down and broke free from the confines of the airport-office-hotel bermuda triangle to head into the city for some grub and non-HR violating adventure. after taking a much-anticipated break from standard austrian fare, we debated outside the restaurant for a good 15+ minutes about “what now?”, and then just started walking in a random direction. much like a new orleans second line parade, we played the part of jovial (read: loud and obnoxious) americans until we came upon más, a mexican cocktail bar in the middle of vienna. with a drink menu of ~100 items, i quickly zeroed in on the fernet but was soon disappointed to find out they did not have coke. NO COKE. AT A BAR. scheiße. and then without fail, coworkers + drinks = work talk * 1000. luckily, there was a ginormous lava-like lamp nearby that inspired one of the crowd who rallied us to blow that mexican popsicle joint and ask “what now?”
life goes on whether you’re ready or not, and sometimes that’s the best thing possible- leaving your troubles 14 hrs behind and taking flight for a business trip to vienna. while in the imperial city, what co-workers envied as a work vacation was in reality a work-athon across three time zones. luckily, european sensibilities at the hotel bar soon prevailed and evening conference calls with the empire soon blended with cordial glasses of fernet in the adjacent business center. some of my colleagues were luckier than me and able to escape during the off-hours to enjoy the environs, including the nearby schönbrunn palace. but for me, mehr glück beim nächsten mal, in more ways than one.