How about most rock'n'roll thing done while not actually in a band? My favourite would have to be:
> Was supposed to be going to a gig on a Friday night. Some beautiful girl that had been messaging me on myspace told me she was coming down, and I should come hang out at her hotel room before.
> Wasn't expecting anything, I never expect poontang till I get it, if you know what I mean.
> Went to the gig, got bought drinks by maybe every girl there (it was a small venue and the only fans, basically, were girls who'd come for this band)
> Went back to the hotel room, got fed drugs. Had orgy.
> Woke up the next day best friend had arrived because he was supposed to be hooking up with one of the other girls that was staying at the hotel for this gig. Hung around in town, drank, be'd merry, generally had a nice day.
> Went to another gig (same band, different venue). My stalker (long story, another pretty rock'n'roll touch I think, tbh) had evidently contacted the venue beforehand telling them I was an underage drug dealer, as was my 'accomplice'. This venue IDs literally everyone, its 14+, but they're really tight, and even if you're say 25 and don't have any ID you're pretty screwed. I have friends who've had to call home and get their parents to fax through copies of their passports or birth certificates. ANYWAY.
> The manager takes one look at my ID, sees my name, and has three bouncers drag me and my friend into the office. They strip search us right down to our underwear. They look for hidden compartments in the heels of our cowboy boots, try and tear open our wallets looking for hidden stashes in literally every part of them. That sort of stuff. They reluctantly let us in.
> I have a weak bladder when I'm drunk. That, and the support bands were awful, so I kept going to the toilet area either to piss, or to hang out and get away from the music for a bit. Bouncers were tailing me everywhere I went, looking over the cubical walls while I was peeing etc etc. Got taken out back (with my friend) and strip searched (down to boxers etc etc, you know the score) AGAIN. Went back in, was starting to get upset (because the stalker was really starting to get to me, and I didn't want my friends' nights ruined) and my friend was starting to get really angry (short temper). 1/2 hour passed, me and my friend get dragged out for the last time, told we're 'convinced' we're drug dealers and that 'there have been complaints about your behaviour'. We protest to no avail. Grab a few girls, trash the entrance-way to the venue, go back to the hotel.
> Have another orgy. Find unopened bottle of vodka. Knock back vodka.
> Go to club that I was a regular at, at that time. Tell story of injustice to friends, get bought drinks & drugs.
> Go back to another friend's house. Sleep.
That was a pretty crazy 48 hours, maybe an hour sleep, many girls, too much booze, and general craziness.
I'm sure I've got something that can top that though, I'll have to think. That's just the first story that pops into my head every time someone mentions 'decadence'.