Your Weirdest Day Ever

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Describe.

― MarkH (MarkH), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 17:40 (twenty-two years ago)

Do 14 hour acid trips count? Cause nothing tops those.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 17:43 (twenty-two years ago)

how bout 14 hr acid trips while in a police station? does that count?

― buttch (Oops), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 17:45 (twenty-two years ago)

Cue Beck's "Today Has Been A Fucked Up Day"...

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 17:48 (twenty-two years ago)

buttch wins.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 17:50 (twenty-two years ago)

Yay! (actually I was only in the station for a few hours but then I had to get home from Indiana...with no car...and no money)

― buttch (Oops), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 17:52 (twenty-two years ago)

I think mine was shortly after I moved to Oxford - I was working for an accountancy firm and I had to go with a colleague to a gravel pit in west Oxfordshire and carry out an audit there! We'd been given a diagram by the guy who'd done it the year before which just consisted of a set of amorphous blobs on a scrap of paper drawn in what looked like orange crayon - each blob representing a mound of gravel, but with no other reference points such as scale, buildings or which way was north. Our brief was "to check on the integrity of the surveyors". I had not realised before that the only way to measure how much gravel was in a gravel pit was to survey it! We climbed to the top of one mound of gravel (there were, I think, five and each was about 20ft high) and spoke to the surveyor for a bit, realising the impossibility of the task. My colleague asked "Is that your theodolite?" and was told (with a laugh) "We haven't used theodolites in twenty years!" My colleague, who was senior to me, suggested that I guesstimate the amount of gravel by taking footsteps (literally: steps a foot in length) round the perimeter of each heap and also up to each "summit", which I did. Walking up to the top was really hard work but coming down was easy - I just slid. Unfortunately, I brought an avalanche of gravel down with me, burying my colleague (who was standing at the bottom with a clipboard, taking notes) up to his waist in gravel in the process!

We were given a brief tour of the site by a stereotypical West Oxforshire yoel type called Muttlow, who had bright orange overalls, a ruddy, chubby face and the world's biggest sideburns, "See that lake over yonderrrr", he said, pointing a chubby finger at a hole from which the gravel had been extracted, which was now full of water. later, his manager turned up and insisted that we drive the car onto his weighbridge to check that we weren't trying to nick any of the gravel!

Then, in the course of the drive home, my colleague turned to me as he drove and asked "Have you got a warm bum?". I was quite shocked at this question -it turned out that it was a new car with heated seats (of which he was v. proud) and he'd just turned the heating on!

― MarkH (MarkH), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 17:54 (twenty-two years ago)

Probably the day I interviewed Palmolive with Nonstop Jen, June 1995. Hello, postpunk idol of mine: it's nice to meet you here at the Cape Cod strip mall, looking forward to seeing you play "FM" at the church coffeehouse later tonight. One of those days that leaves you changed. (I don't know if Jen feels the same.)

― mike a (mike a), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 17:55 (twenty-two years ago)

it would have to be "orientation day" as an ice cream man, summer '94.

― hstencil, Wednesday, 30 April 2003 17:56 (twenty-two years ago)

There was also the day I flew into London for the first time and took the tube into town - a completely disorienting experience for someone on NO SLEEP who'd never been abroad before. Took a nap at my host's flat, and consequently missed an early Belle & Sebastian performance at Rough Trade. Later went out to dinner with my host and her boyfriend, and ended up seeing some crap Britpop band at Dublin Castle.

― mike a (mike a), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 18:03 (twenty-two years ago)

it would have to be "orientation day" as an ice cream man, summer '94.

Ooh. I really really hope you have pictures of that.

― Kenan Hebert (kenan), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 18:04 (twenty-two years ago)

sorry Kenan, I don't. I do have mental pictures, tho, which have emotionally scarred me.

― hstencil, Wednesday, 30 April 2003 18:09 (twenty-two years ago)

18 hours, LSD, The Celestine Prophecy, a girl named Megan May who I fell in love with yet am not entirely sure actually exists, our mutual friend Jenny who is one of my favorite drummers ever and who I also love to death, an Irish immigrant and his dog getting hit by a car going 40 miles an hour and not getting so much as a scratch, crackheads from my apartment building giving us this stereo for free, us going up to their apartment to get it and finding 2 prostitutes tied to the bed ("don't worry, we've got it under control" they said), pouring-down-rain-then-clear-sunny-day-then-pouring-down-rain-then-clear-sunny-day-again back-and-forth all day, a black-and-white cow bandana, looking at the moon, going to Walmart to develop film and finding a flyer for an after-school-special about drugs (LSD in particular) that was scheduled to air that night (which we began to believe we were the stars of and cameras had been following us around all day taping our tripping weirdness and they were going to rebroadcast it to us at just the right time that we got home so that we could watch it), a bicycle wreck (me), muddy boots...something like that.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 18:10 (twenty-two years ago)

This happened in Lexington, nick? Wow! I had no idea such exciting times could be had there.

― hstencil, Wednesday, 30 April 2003 18:18 (twenty-two years ago)

It owes a lot to the neighborhood I lived in then (equal distance between University of Kentucky campus and downtown, where broke-ass-students and crackheads lived in the same buildings). I live out in suburbia now, I must MAKE the fun.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 18:27 (twenty-two years ago)

so what you're saying is you never have any fun, right? 'Cause there ain't any to be had in the burbs.

― hstencil, Wednesday, 30 April 2003 18:32 (twenty-two years ago)

No I have fun, I just gotta be creative to get it on. Y'know, fireworks on Easter, bowling at 4:00 am, strip foosball, streaking, etc, etc.

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 18:34 (twenty-two years ago)

I loved the Easter fireworks story. :)

― Sarah McLUsky (coco), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 18:35 (twenty-two years ago)

You would've enjoyed being there; I sure as hell did. For some reason it got funnier with every 'swoosh-pause-bang'. We were yelling "Happy Easter!" and "Praise the Lord!" and, my fav, "Resurrection-ah!".

― nickalicious (nickalicious), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 18:38 (twenty-two years ago)

it would have to be "orientation day" as an ice cream man, summer '94.

OMG.

― Mandee, Wednesday, 30 April 2003 19:12 (twenty-two years ago)

Nickalicious starring in Nickie Narko.

― Ned Raggett (Ned), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 19:21 (twenty-two years ago)

Today has actually been fairly strange, but it won't sound it. Just lots of things flinging around -- School 1 hasn't answered my email yet, so I don't know if they will make a decision before I need to let School 2 know if I accept their offer; I've found out I have $100 to my name after rent, and no forthcoming income until the next royalties check; fan mail has taken on a stalkerish tone; people I haven't heard from in ages have popped back up; technically, I'm sick -- and yet I'm able to ignore it all, by and large, and just write.

Don't know if this counts.

― Tep (ktepi), Wednesday, 30 April 2003 19:54 (twenty-two years ago)

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