Mine is long, surreal, and long.
I was booked to play out in Germany using Traktor and 3 turntables. I had a gig the night before and had a bit of session so I definitely felt a bit worse for wear.
Arrived at the club and realised that I had absolutely no adapters whatsoever, and needed 2 for my macbook and Traktor. This was about 3 hours before my set, but the promoter somehow managed to find a euro charger and an adaptor for Traktor, so I start trying to set up. Spent about 20 minutes trying to get it to work, but to no avail (still to this day I don't know why it wouldn't work :/) but the promoter turns to me and says "You have 5 minutes before we have to execute plan B"
Obviously, 5 minutes pass, still no luck. He pulls me to one side and says "You must go to my house, I have vinyl there, pick as much as you can and bring it back here to play"
Now, I am hungover as fuck and tired as shit and the last thing I want to be doing is going through vinyl. But I have one hour until i'm supposed to be on and I have to do something. So I go back to his house and go through his vinyl. Obviously, some of it is a bit "Leftfield" shall we say, but there are some I recognise, old ram bits, playaz, metalheadz etc. So I grab a box and come back.
I make it there with about 5 minutes to spare, drag this box of vinyl with me and realise, there are no monitors. Now i'm not sure how many people have tried to do a 3 deck vinyl set with no monitors, but I did not have a fun time. About 5 minutes in (To what was supposed to be my 3 hour set) I ask him for a bottle of vodka. Pretty much nail the lot in a few minutes and I don't remember the rest of the night. Which is probably best, because I can't imagine it went anything other than horrifically.
It's quite funny to thing about it now, but fuck me I was in a bad mood at the time.
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