After 3 whole days of partying, sightseeing and goulash in three different countries—jamming to YMCA in a Vienna taxi, a dance off in a Budapest nightclub and photo-bombing a bride and groom on the cobblestone streets of Bratislava, yes Bratislava, we hadn’t heard of it either. Now we were finally feeling the affects of what will henceforth be referred to as the Rock Star Weekend.