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What is the most memorable/exciting experience in your life so far
Posted on 3/19/15 at 8:06 pm
Posted on 3/19/15 at 8:06 pm
For sake of truly interesting answers, marriage and birth of child is excluded in discussion simply because those are too obvious.
Excluding marriage and birth of child is no different than a college public speaking professor banning topics like legalization of marijuana, Roe vs. Wade, and creation vs. evolution to foster a more creative environment.
I'll go first:
Excluding marriage and the birth of my children, my most exciting experience was the moment I ran out the back of a cargo plane at 13,000 feet. Truly a leap of faith.
Excluding marriage and birth of child is no different than a college public speaking professor banning topics like legalization of marijuana, Roe vs. Wade, and creation vs. evolution to foster a more creative environment.
I'll go first:
Excluding marriage and the birth of my children, my most exciting experience was the moment I ran out the back of a cargo plane at 13,000 feet. Truly a leap of faith.
This post was edited on 3/19/15 at 8:08 pm
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Posted on 3/19/15 at 8:10 pm to mizzoukills
The first time I had genuinely great sex is pretty high up there.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 8:16 pm to Roger Klarvin
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The first time I had genuinely great sex is pretty high up there.
Great choice. I agree. I'll never forget it.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 8:17 pm to mizzoukills
The first time I banged a load of crank.
Ripping across the desert on a 2 lane asphalt road at 120 MPH on my Harley
Ripping across the desert on a 2 lane asphalt road at 120 MPH on my Harley
Posted on 3/19/15 at 8:49 pm to Agforlife
In 1999 I spent 5 days driving from Missouri to San Diego on what was supposed to be a permanent move. I was 21 years old with no commitments and a very adventurous spirit.
We took the long way to San Diego. Missouri to Colorado. Colorado to the "Four Corners". Arizona to Los Vegas. Las Vegas to San Diego.
A wonderfully gritty Americana type western road trip.
In the Arizona desert about 20 miles beyond the "four corners" we pulled over on a sandy side road and laid down a blanket to have a picnic. This was a desolate stretch of highway. The last gas station had posted a very large road sign that said something like "Next Gas Station 65 miles away. Fill up now."
After a few minutes of eating sandwiches on the blanket, I had the urge to go piss. I walked a few yards away from the blanket, unzipped my pants, and began to water the desert sand.
The distant buttes were beautiful. This was postcard country and for a moment I felt like I was in an old west movie. It was that scenic.
Suddenly, in my peripheral vision, I noticed movement in the distance. I turned my head. A couple hundred yards away on top of a small hill were two men sitting on horseback watching me piss. I was like, "WTF? Why are they watching me piss?"
Then, a mile or so further in the distance I noticed a dust cloud barreling across the desert. I quickly realized that two trucks were driving toward us.
While pissing, I waved to the men on horseback and I was surprised when they waved back. However, they didn't move. They just sat there watching me watch them.
Suddenly a terrible thought crossed my mind..."Oh shite, are we illegally trespassing on native American land? Oh frick!"
I calmly walked back to the blanket and told my then significant other, "Let's go. We need to pack everything up and leave. I think we're trespassing on indian property. And if I'm right, we can be prosecuted by federal and tribal law. Let's go."
We started to pack up, but before we could get in the car two trucks pulled up, one in front of our car and one behind the car.
A few native Americans got out and walked toward us. An older man was certainly the leader because he was the only one who spoke, "Hello. May I ask what you are doing?"
I said, "We're traveling to San Diego and making a scenic trip out it. We got hungry and decided to pull over for a picnic. Did we do something wrong, sir?"
The indian calmly said, "Well, you're technically trespassing on Navajo land. Have you noticed the signs posted on the fence along the highway?"
"I saw signs but I honestly didn't pay attention because we've been focused on the scenery. We got hungry after passing by the last gas station. I saw a road and thought it would be a great place to pull over for a quick bite. I sincerely apologize for trespassing. That certainly wasn't our intention."
The indian said, "Well, that makes sense. You two look like a good honest couple. I'll let you finish your meal but once your done please be on your way. And (playfully laughing this time) read the signs before drive down an unknown road. Have a good day."
"Thank you, sir. We'll move on right now."
The Indians got back into their trucks and as quickly as they appeared they were gone again. We packed up our stuff and immediately got back on the highway.
We laughed about that incident for quite a while. Think about this: If two pale white people trespassing on their land wasn't bad enough, what do you think they thought of me freely pissing all over their sacred soil?
It was enough to make me almost shite my pants.
We took the long way to San Diego. Missouri to Colorado. Colorado to the "Four Corners". Arizona to Los Vegas. Las Vegas to San Diego.
A wonderfully gritty Americana type western road trip.
In the Arizona desert about 20 miles beyond the "four corners" we pulled over on a sandy side road and laid down a blanket to have a picnic. This was a desolate stretch of highway. The last gas station had posted a very large road sign that said something like "Next Gas Station 65 miles away. Fill up now."
After a few minutes of eating sandwiches on the blanket, I had the urge to go piss. I walked a few yards away from the blanket, unzipped my pants, and began to water the desert sand.
The distant buttes were beautiful. This was postcard country and for a moment I felt like I was in an old west movie. It was that scenic.
Suddenly, in my peripheral vision, I noticed movement in the distance. I turned my head. A couple hundred yards away on top of a small hill were two men sitting on horseback watching me piss. I was like, "WTF? Why are they watching me piss?"
Then, a mile or so further in the distance I noticed a dust cloud barreling across the desert. I quickly realized that two trucks were driving toward us.
While pissing, I waved to the men on horseback and I was surprised when they waved back. However, they didn't move. They just sat there watching me watch them.
Suddenly a terrible thought crossed my mind..."Oh shite, are we illegally trespassing on native American land? Oh frick!"
I calmly walked back to the blanket and told my then significant other, "Let's go. We need to pack everything up and leave. I think we're trespassing on indian property. And if I'm right, we can be prosecuted by federal and tribal law. Let's go."
We started to pack up, but before we could get in the car two trucks pulled up, one in front of our car and one behind the car.
A few native Americans got out and walked toward us. An older man was certainly the leader because he was the only one who spoke, "Hello. May I ask what you are doing?"
I said, "We're traveling to San Diego and making a scenic trip out it. We got hungry and decided to pull over for a picnic. Did we do something wrong, sir?"
The indian calmly said, "Well, you're technically trespassing on Navajo land. Have you noticed the signs posted on the fence along the highway?"
"I saw signs but I honestly didn't pay attention because we've been focused on the scenery. We got hungry after passing by the last gas station. I saw a road and thought it would be a great place to pull over for a quick bite. I sincerely apologize for trespassing. That certainly wasn't our intention."
The indian said, "Well, that makes sense. You two look like a good honest couple. I'll let you finish your meal but once your done please be on your way. And (playfully laughing this time) read the signs before drive down an unknown road. Have a good day."
"Thank you, sir. We'll move on right now."
The Indians got back into their trucks and as quickly as they appeared they were gone again. We packed up our stuff and immediately got back on the highway.
We laughed about that incident for quite a while. Think about this: If two pale white people trespassing on their land wasn't bad enough, what do you think they thought of me freely pissing all over their sacred soil?
It was enough to make me almost shite my pants.
This post was edited on 3/19/15 at 9:00 pm
Posted on 3/19/15 at 9:20 pm to mizzoukills
Well excluding love and sex, i think the most excited at the moment was when I was 11. It was 1997. I was in the United Center. The lights went down.
Also
Kissing the Blarney Stone. My parents held me. I was only 4 or 5.
Climbing Ayer's Rock, riding a steer, and surfing in Oz. Camping in the Outback, with more stars than you can fathom and a night sky so far from civilization that it stays active with meteors and satellites all night long.
Snuck past the rope and the guard at Tintagel Castle, hiked down the cliff and found actual fricking Merlin's Cave. This was pre-internet, we'd didn't know if it'd be down there, it was just a rumor.
Taking illegal video in the Sistine Chapel
Flying back to Alabama from the only Packers game I've ever been to and sitting next to Bart Starr on the plane. Crazy coincidence. Got an autographed cheesehead on my wall in the study
The weekend I turned 16, and that following summer. Putting thousands of miles on my car with my friends without ever leaving my hometown. Listening to Eminem mostly
Running from Policia after being kicked out of Senor Frog's, senior trip, Grand Cayman Island
First month of college, pledging
Being in Times Square at the millenium. The ball dropping.
The bowl at Big Sky, and fly fishing the icy rapids
The second time I smoked weed
Making Tebow cry
In the Rose Bowl in Pasadena in January 2010 after wondering most of whole life if we'd ever get another
Camping for a solid week at a cabin on the previously undeveloped wilderness side of Lake Powell. No electricity, no running water unless you climbed a giant rusted windmill. Caught our food, roughed it.
SuperDome and Bourbon Street 1/9/12
The first time I slalomed (waterskiing) and held the rope with my free leg under the knee, no hands
Canoeing 100 miles of river over 2.5 days to Choctawhatchee Bay. The first night we built a fire and cooked but then gators hung around all night. Camped under a bridge in Ebro the second night thinking the noise would keep them away.
Riding dolphins in Malta, hell the dolphins at Shell Island back in the day.
Sitting half drunk in a Waffle House during my senior year Spring Break and having the man who built ENIAC the world's first fricking computer out of washers and mothballs call me to tell me I had been accepted to their dual enrollment robotics program
Also
Kissing the Blarney Stone. My parents held me. I was only 4 or 5.
Climbing Ayer's Rock, riding a steer, and surfing in Oz. Camping in the Outback, with more stars than you can fathom and a night sky so far from civilization that it stays active with meteors and satellites all night long.
Snuck past the rope and the guard at Tintagel Castle, hiked down the cliff and found actual fricking Merlin's Cave. This was pre-internet, we'd didn't know if it'd be down there, it was just a rumor.
Taking illegal video in the Sistine Chapel
Flying back to Alabama from the only Packers game I've ever been to and sitting next to Bart Starr on the plane. Crazy coincidence. Got an autographed cheesehead on my wall in the study
The weekend I turned 16, and that following summer. Putting thousands of miles on my car with my friends without ever leaving my hometown. Listening to Eminem mostly
Running from Policia after being kicked out of Senor Frog's, senior trip, Grand Cayman Island
First month of college, pledging
Being in Times Square at the millenium. The ball dropping.
The bowl at Big Sky, and fly fishing the icy rapids
The second time I smoked weed
Making Tebow cry
In the Rose Bowl in Pasadena in January 2010 after wondering most of whole life if we'd ever get another
Camping for a solid week at a cabin on the previously undeveloped wilderness side of Lake Powell. No electricity, no running water unless you climbed a giant rusted windmill. Caught our food, roughed it.
SuperDome and Bourbon Street 1/9/12
The first time I slalomed (waterskiing) and held the rope with my free leg under the knee, no hands
Canoeing 100 miles of river over 2.5 days to Choctawhatchee Bay. The first night we built a fire and cooked but then gators hung around all night. Camped under a bridge in Ebro the second night thinking the noise would keep them away.
Riding dolphins in Malta, hell the dolphins at Shell Island back in the day.
Sitting half drunk in a Waffle House during my senior year Spring Break and having the man who built ENIAC the world's first fricking computer out of washers and mothballs call me to tell me I had been accepted to their dual enrollment robotics program
This post was edited on 3/19/15 at 9:31 pm
Posted on 3/19/15 at 9:22 pm to mizzoukills
Entirely selfish answer is a day where I ran out of my spikes fast at a track meet.
I will get called BS on this most likely.... but I ran a sub 11 in the anchor leg of the 4x100. Won the 100 (in a less stellar time) and ran a 51 second leg in the 4x400.
Never touched any of those times again in my life, but after we won the mile relay I have never felt more euphoric.
Other great ones were walking up to the rim of the the Grand Canyon and looking over with my wife, sitting alone on a beach at Isla Mujeres drinking XX and smoking a Cuban, swinging on a vine over a waterfall in a jungle in Venezuela and falling about 30 feet into the pool, and backpacking in Honduras and Nicaragua passing out Bibles to people who had never seen a gringo.
I will get called BS on this most likely.... but I ran a sub 11 in the anchor leg of the 4x100. Won the 100 (in a less stellar time) and ran a 51 second leg in the 4x400.
Never touched any of those times again in my life, but after we won the mile relay I have never felt more euphoric.
Other great ones were walking up to the rim of the the Grand Canyon and looking over with my wife, sitting alone on a beach at Isla Mujeres drinking XX and smoking a Cuban, swinging on a vine over a waterfall in a jungle in Venezuela and falling about 30 feet into the pool, and backpacking in Honduras and Nicaragua passing out Bibles to people who had never seen a gringo.
This post was edited on 3/19/15 at 9:31 pm
Posted on 3/19/15 at 9:40 pm to 3nOut
My wife and I have stayed at Playa la Media Luna on Isla Mujeres several times. We love that island! North Beach is wonderful because it's nothing but European topless women. The downtown authentic French and Italian is the real jewel.
We have wealthy friends who built a house on the south end of Isla Mujeres on the Caribbean side. I actually spent a day helping him lay tile with a few contracted workers.
We raced our golf cart down the "highway" against a French couple toward the small Mayan ruin.
Isla Mujeres is a wonderfully kept secret. Incredibly affordable simply because it hasn't been Americanized yet. Thank goodness that 90 percent of the Americans stay in Cancun and never realize that only a ferry ride away is an authentic and wonderful island.
Truly a great place.
We have wealthy friends who built a house on the south end of Isla Mujeres on the Caribbean side. I actually spent a day helping him lay tile with a few contracted workers.
We raced our golf cart down the "highway" against a French couple toward the small Mayan ruin.
Isla Mujeres is a wonderfully kept secret. Incredibly affordable simply because it hasn't been Americanized yet. Thank goodness that 90 percent of the Americans stay in Cancun and never realize that only a ferry ride away is an authentic and wonderful island.
Truly a great place.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 9:44 pm to genro
genro
Solid list! The quote below is very impressive!
Solid list! The quote below is very impressive!
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Sitting half drunk in a Waffle House during my senior year Spring Break and having the man who built ENIAC the world's first fricking computer out of washers and mothballs call me to tell me I had been accepted to their dual enrollment robotics program
Posted on 3/19/15 at 9:48 pm to mizzoukills
On my phone so I will try my best.
This was almost 20 years ago.
A woman that I was real good friends with and never thought I could have a shot with grabbed my hand one afternoon while I was fixing her computer. We hqd been friends for about 8 years and I dreamed about her often. She comes in and sits down beside me(i remember to this day what she had on and how she smelled) i am frustrated at trying to fix all the BS on this PC and just put my hand on my leg. I suddenly feel her hand on top of mine.
I am freaking out in my mind. Then she starts rubbing my hand. Then I look over at her and she just leans in and starts kissing me. She then gets up and runs out of the room and I'm thinking I've fricked up. So I think go outside and find her and we go at it again. It's like being 13 again and making out at the movies.
Nothing else happens that night. But we are staying at the same place that night. She comes and wakes me up the next morning, she takes me to her room and as soon as the door closes she takes off all her clothes and lays down in the floor. It was the most intense sex I've ever had.
7 years later we got married and will have been married 10 years this fall
This was almost 20 years ago.
A woman that I was real good friends with and never thought I could have a shot with grabbed my hand one afternoon while I was fixing her computer. We hqd been friends for about 8 years and I dreamed about her often. She comes in and sits down beside me(i remember to this day what she had on and how she smelled) i am frustrated at trying to fix all the BS on this PC and just put my hand on my leg. I suddenly feel her hand on top of mine.
I am freaking out in my mind. Then she starts rubbing my hand. Then I look over at her and she just leans in and starts kissing me. She then gets up and runs out of the room and I'm thinking I've fricked up. So I think go outside and find her and we go at it again. It's like being 13 again and making out at the movies.
Nothing else happens that night. But we are staying at the same place that night. She comes and wakes me up the next morning, she takes me to her room and as soon as the door closes she takes off all her clothes and lays down in the floor. It was the most intense sex I've ever had.
7 years later we got married and will have been married 10 years this fall
Posted on 3/19/15 at 9:52 pm to MrLarson
That's the gayest shite I've ever read
Posted on 3/19/15 at 9:54 pm to Roger Klarvin
Sorry it didn't involve a plastic wrapped dick.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 9:54 pm to mizzoukills
In 2nd grade at school I used to make text adventure "games" for my friends in BASIC on a MacIntosh. Never thought anyone would ask me about it, much less a legend of the field
Posted on 3/19/15 at 9:57 pm to MrLarson
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Sorry it didn't involve a plastic wrapped dick.
I think we all are.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 9:59 pm to KSGamecock
I didn't have to get freaky like that in my mid 20's to get my freak on.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 10:01 pm to mizzoukills
My first BJ
Ets. Receiving not giving
Ets. Receiving not giving
This post was edited on 3/19/15 at 10:02 pm
Posted on 3/19/15 at 10:03 pm to mizzoukills
I'm not as thrill seeking as you but I've seen a lot.
I do want to go skydiving.
I do want to go skydiving.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 10:06 pm to Stacked
Don't even act like yours didn't involve ice and buttholes.
Posted on 3/19/15 at 10:25 pm to 3nOut
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