the Best Day of Your Life (or at least one of Them)

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I've had a particularly bad day today Vic so my memory feels tainted. I'll get back to you.

Goodie, I get to write the first cliche!

The best day of my life was the day I got married. It began the night before with a late-night drinking session involving 9 guys closer to me than any other men on Earth. Then, I got to put on one of the world's swankiest tuxedos, jump in a limo, tell 200 that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with an amazing, hilarious, gorgeous woman in a church where I'd sung for four years, heard some fantastic music, jumped in another limo with a bottle of champagne, took a ton of pictures expressly designed to make me and my new bride look fly and swank, thten went to one of the best parties I've ever attended, complete with fly-ass food (adding a sorbet course will impress the FUCK out of people), a great DJ, tons and tons of dancing, and having tons of people wish me and my new bride well. This culminated with me and my new wife in the nicest room in the Tremont Hotel in Boston surrounded by presents and a bout of tired, delirious love-making in a hot tub.

There's no way the day could have been better.

Today was an extremely enjoyable and fine passage of the hours, and I did not have to use my maternal parental unit's copulating bullet-using projectile weapon.

This is why I'm not an MC, you see.

I'm a bit with Samantha in that the last couple of days have had tangles. However, Thanksgiving was damn enjoyable, so I'll say that was the most recent 'best day.' I've had many grand days, though, each in different ways.

A very good day indeed, Dan. :-) Though I like the implication that the bout of love-making didn't involve either of you, surrounded by presents as you were. Were you double-teaming with another newlywed couple? ;-)

The perils of not proof-reading! Although, the thought of Joei's reaction of walking into our honeymoon suite and discovering an orgy is quite amusing.

I have a lot of good days. A day in September '95 I think I'll arbitrarily pick - great sex, good beer, and stuffed toy Moomins.

36th birthday: party with seven or eight bestest friends on my roof, with our own private thunderstorm on the horizon as a floorshow (purple and orange sky very dramatic). [xXx] was invited, came, charmed everyone — and there in my kitchen as goodbyes were said I fell in wooosh in love. Technically in crush, actually, probably, but then and there it mattered not: the falling was all. Tiresome horribleness would ensue, 18 months-worth with let-up patches, but that evening was fantastic, memory not remotely spoilable.

The best day I had was when I struck out on my own for the very first time in my life in my late 40's. Befor that I had never been on my own. Gale

Tom = happy chappy

I can't pick one day as the all out happiest, I have a lot of days where I'm happy now. It's almost revolting.

Never thought i'd be extolling the virtue of spending a day with 15 grade schoolers, but damn if we didn't make some kick ass paper airplanes last saturday. I love the fact that I get paid to goof off and act crazy/playful/wacky for edutainment purposes. It's also classic to get hello + goodby hugz!

A certain Nickie D will be able to confirm that I had a fantastic time last summer at the wedding of my friend Jackie. It wasn't an unusual day, though obviously a very happy one. But for some reason, as soon as I arrived, I got the most overwhelming feeling of the understanding of happiness, and it stayed with me throughout the reception, the meal, and the kick arse indie-style disco (Cud! Nirvana! Nirvana (in the literal sense)!)

It still makes me happy every time I think about it, and I'm seeing Jackie and hubby on Saturday! I'm smiling now.

Yesterday was fun. I should be miserable now but I'm not. Tuesday is a good day in college cos we have only one class and it's a sociology tutorial which ends up as a fight every week. It's always very funny. So yesterday we discussed "The Family" or something, which was funny. And all the usual weirdos got kind of hyper and said weird stuff, and everyone else laughed a bit and then I said something about Different Strokes being the classic family, I forget now but it was fun. So last night I went out with my class as we do on a tuesday. We were in the Kitchen and even if the music was kind of crappy cheese techno stuff I still shaked my ass on the dancefloor courtesy of pound a vatsky pound a red bull promotion which was going on. And then came the girl stuff. Last night was the first night the girlie I am in wuv with came out with us since the fated night we got together three weeks ago. And I got a bit drunker and just decided it was time to see what's happening with her and me. So we kissed. And then we talked, and it was quite a nice conversation, basically she said lots of lovely things about me and hugged me lots and said she couldnt commit to going out with someone outside of the class even, so someone inside the class was not happening. So we're friends apparently. I still feel like a doormat but er strangely happy. that was my day.

and she came over while I was writing that interestingly enough. Also I just remembered I had a lovebite competition with a different girl in my class which seemed like such a good idea except now my neck is covered in hickies. I thought I had recontracted shingles when I saw it just now. Hers is not as bad. I feel so average.

either..the day i left hospital - ALIVE not with joie de vivre but with k-sinister purpose

or the day i fell for She

trooth - probably thee former[sigh]

"lovebite competition" = urgent and key for xmas party surely

Are you offering mouth or neck Mark?

It was a drunken creation. They're always the best. Although my mummy will be jumping to all sorts of conclusions, not to mention my best friend/girlfriend/boss/whatever we are. conclusions which are far from the truth. Is it possible some people have better necks than others due to not washing or something and thus they have an unfair advantage in the competition.

i shell tek yez all on: i shell suk yez all red as a beetroot so i will

Theres a joke about rednecks somewhere here,

Thursday 22 November 1990
Awoke somewhat love-dazed with ***** but still managed to make it for mind-bending lecture on Immanuel Kant. Got to cafeteria for much needed coffee when out of blue R-----, who owed me money and was avoiding me, approached me and repaid the lot. Just as I was delighted by my good fortune the news spread around like a wave of euphoria, Thatcher had just resigned. Ding-dong the witch is dead. In West-Belfast spontaneous street parties broke out.

***** was a big Billy Bragg fan and for her birthday I’d got tickets to see him in Belfast Queens Hall (?) that night. I’m not a fan but that evening he could do little wrong. Then off to Laveries for thick creamy Guinness, and back to a friends for impromptu party.

neXoR= for hickey lightweights only obv

today i am on the active contributors list = happy day

Obvious cliche #2 30th November 1994

Day my son was born. Had loads of good, indifferent and totally shit days since but can't think of another day when I cried so much or laughed so much.

Bump. Come on. Feel the love.

My wedding day! Everything was absolutely perfect - the people there, the weather (esp. given the weather on the fri and sunday!), the ceremony, the cheesy line 'you'll never walk alone....' being in central park, having fun on the bus 'the last bridge!', the huge measures of spirits during the 1 hour free bar, cutting the pig, having a fab time talking to everyone, and then the pair of us, giggling in the corner shop getting tonic water and nibbles in our wedding finery, after we'd left the restaurant.

Oh, and making a lifetime commitment to my gorgeous husband!

Tomorrow. I hope.

hello!

and good luck G-unit

One of the finest moments in my life was when my son, two years old at that time, gave me flowers on the day of my graduation from the university.

Mikey, I was about to ask what was on tomorrow but then I remembered and people will cry if this thread gets derailed by f***ball again, so I won't.

Thanks Ailsa, I was wondering what was happening tomorrow, but now I know!

I'm thinking at the moment it was a long lazy day by a lake in Central France in August 2000. The last day of a long holiday - the day drifted past in a sunny haze as we pissed about on the beach and swam in the lake and a big group of us rode boats out into the middle where he had a huge childish mudfight on a raft with some kids and then washed off in the water. Drying off in the sun, then a walk around the lake and into the woods, then back in time for an early evening barbeque, wine, and much more boozing. Once the bar chucked out we headed back down to the lake, lit a fire and just lay around enjoying it - progressive drunkenness led to scaling the walls of a nearby swimming pool and jumping in, before finally getting somewhere with the girl from Cornwall I'd been sort of flirting with for the past week. The two of us lying innocently under the stars in a blanket until the very early hours.

I'm sure I'll have better days in my life, but this had that air of bliss and perfection about it. Thinking back, this was like the last day of the last summer, before proper jobs and adult life intervened. Two days later I went to Leeds - Slipknot and Limp Bizkit played, and I didn't understand it. I suddenly felt old.

i suppose it was my wedding day too. but i ain't going to get into details.

i don't think i have a best day

b-b-but you surely must've had your moments, stevem!?

yes that's the thing really, it's all about the moments, i can never go all out and sum up a whole day as being wholly great

I'm going to not say my wedding day. Parts of it - getting pampered at the hairdressers, the ride to the chapel in a vintage Rolls Royce with my dad, a beautiful ceremony, the singing during the Mass, a kick-ass meal, the ceilidh that wouldn't die, friends enjoying themselves, my brother sneaking me Aftershock when I'd promised the husband and parents I wouldn't be drinking since I had to smile and be sociable to a bunch of people I didn't know all day, a really funny best man's speech...and what Vicky said Oh, and making a lifetime commitment to my gorgeous husband!

But there was so much hassle, and things that had been taken out of my control, that I couldn't fully enjoy it.

So I guess (football-related content alert) it would be the day of the UEFA Cup Final. My mum, dad and brother all in Seville, picnicking and partying, bumping into people we knew from home, like the best family holiday ever condensed into one day, with 80,000 other people there hellbent on a good laugh, and gallons of Rioja. I've seen better matches, but the whole day and the atmosphere was like nothing I've ever experienced before. The fact I had a ticket for the match was the icing on the cake, but I wouldn't not have been there even without a ticket.

Ailsa has just reminded me of the other thing that happened that night - post-bar closing some Scottish people led us through an impromptu celidh in a car park for a few minutes, a little bit like what happened with the random square dancing at Charlie's party. That was fun.