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The top 10 experiences of my life:

Posted on: November 14, 2008 6:44 pm
 
Give up the top ten most memorable experiences of your life, if you've got that many. Start with one at a time. Try to save a few for the "end" times.
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Since: Jan 13, 2009
Posted on: March 8, 2009 1:12 pm
 

The top 10 experiences of my life:

Finding myself alone in the mountains and deciding to take another chance on life, then took it. January 10 th.

 




Since: Sep 23, 2008
Posted on: February 13, 2009 4:35 pm
 

The top 10 experiences of my life:

Sounds like an all around fun time. At least the cans of beer survived the car wreck, so there was a silver lining.




Since: Dec 26, 2006
Posted on: February 12, 2009 7:56 pm
 

The top 10 experiences of my life:

It was the summer of 1988, my first summer out of High school. Myself, my brother and two friends took a Chevy Barretta up to the "Monsters of Rock" concert in Oxford, Maine. The "luggage" that we brought on the trip looked like it was straight out of "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas." 1/4 lb. Lamb's Breath, 20 squares of white blotter and 2 cases of Budweiser. We left on a friday morning for the 4 hour ride. We ended up sleeping in the car in a church parking lot that night. I guess I kicked by buddy Butch too many times until he said "F this, I'm sleeping outside."  The next morning, he was pounding on the rear window screaming. That sombiotch was covered from the neck down with red ants. We brushed him off and immediately started blowing shotguns down his throat. We arrived to the parking lot of the concert venue and realized we had run out of beer. Lo and behold, a beat up '78 Camaro comes by and parks right next to us. After some chit-chatting, it was decided that I would take a ride to the liquor store with these two wonderful women. We made it to the Packy without incident but were tee-boned on the way back by a pickup truck. I was in the back seat and caught a pretty good jolt- luckily I bought cans, the bottles probably would have broke. The two girls were fine, same for the guy in the truck so I felt there was no need for me to hang around. I staggered my way back to my friends and all they could say was "What the F took you soo long!?"  My brother and I finished off the last 4 tabs while we were waiting in line for the show. The opening band (Kingdom Come) were just starting up and I was probably at my peak at that point. Van Halen came on next when all of a sudden a streak of lightning almost blew Eddy's sneakers off his feet. The show was postponed as the rain started coming down in buckets. What to do? Butch and I lost my brother and Mark so we tried to make our way back to the car. It was raining soo hard, we decided to ditch underneath a 4x4 in the parking lot. We laid under that truck and watched the people pitter-patter through the mud for what seemed to be hours. We all eventually met back at the car and fired up a bowl that would have made Michael Phelps proud. We all decided that we should get back on the road hearing that the concert was COMPLETELY cancelled. I don't know how Mark drove home, he was my hero that day. That was my personal Woodstock.




Since: Sep 23, 2008
Posted on: February 10, 2009 5:34 pm
 

The top 10 experiences of my life:

Terrible story, 509. I remember hearing about that fire, and about charges being filed against someone from Great White and maybe the club owners too. I you get a chance, please let me know if anyone got convicted. I sure hope that you were able to sue, and collect some money for the pain, suffering, and personal loss.




Since: Dec 26, 2006
Posted on: January 15, 2009 7:04 pm
 

The top 10 experiences of my life:

.....just heard news that a commercial plane just landed in the Hudson river- all 150 people survived. Unbelievable.

Back to my experience- I heard screams and the sound of glass breaking as I hit the floor and started crawling. (Later on I wondered why people were throwing glass bottles around at a time like that, but I realized later that it was the sound of the bottles of booze bursting from the extreme heat). I crawled on the floor feeling the baseboard moulding with my left hand and came to the corner of the building. I had been in that Club 50-60 times previously so I knew there was a window a few feet away from the corner I was in. I stood up, kicked the window out (It was an Anderson crank-out, so it popped out pretty easily) and grabbed a mother of 4 who had made it to the window but I think had given up. The heat and flames were soo intense, the firemen weren't even entering the building. I walked roughly 30 feet into the parking lot and flames were coming out of the window I got out of. I was in a state of shock so I didn't realize my skin was bubbling on my face and arms. They threw me on a stretcher and wheeled me down Route 3 into a waiting rescue and off to R.I. hospital I went. (They do have hospitals in R.I ;-).   I was in an induced coma for 11 days with burns on 30% of my body. I was one of the lucky ones and realize it and this is why I live my life like I do to this very day. 100 perished and 200 were burnt- my soulmate was one that didn't make it out. I go to the "site" quite often for a shot or a beer. Live your life to the fullest because you just never know, you just never know.




Since: Dec 26, 2006
Posted on: January 15, 2009 6:24 pm
 

The top 10 experiences of my life:

February 20th, 2003. Myself and 3 friends (one happeneing to be a girl I was on my first date with) were enjoying the opening song from a band called Great White at the Filling Station in West Warwick, R.I. My buddy and I went to the bar to get a few beers for everyone and when we got back together with them, we noticed the left side of the stage wall had flames about 2-3 feet high and rising. "Is this part of the show?" my friend Kevin asked. The flames reached roughly 6 feet from the floor and that's when I sensed there was a problem. People were slowly making their way towards the exits- us included. Me and my friend Gary stayed together, while my date and Kevin drifted in another direction. As my friend and I were actually outside of the building at that point, I wondered what happened to the other two. I went back into the building. The club was pretty smokey at that point and I could see that there was a panic mode setting in. I swear, in a matter of 30 seconds,  black acrid smoke filled the entire club and then the lights went out..........I will finish this.......I gotta go............



Since: Sep 9, 2006
Posted on: November 23, 2008 7:21 pm
 

The top 10 experiences of my life:

F&L,

Oslo was such a mixture of the old meets new.  I feel in love with Germany for the very reason you mentioned. 



Since: Sep 23, 2008
Posted on: November 23, 2008 11:27 am
 

The top 10 experiences of my life:

mom, I absolutely despise living out of suitcases. Nevertheless, it is so very, very cool to explore a foreign city all on your own. I gravitate to the "old cities". Living now in Nowhere, where they automatically tear down anything more than ten years old, in order to replace it with something chintzier and more garish, I love the feel of cobblestones and narrow alleys that have been well tread since the 13th century.



Since: Oct 19, 2007
Posted on: November 23, 2008 10:28 am
 

The top 10 experiences of my life:

Mom,

It's neat that the tdy's allow personal time for exploration.  After all, the meaningful memories of any visit always come from the sights and people and not the work accomplished. 

As for K, well, if it was meant to be the time away wouldn't have mattered.  You both being in the Air Force, tempting opportunities like yours come up.  I doubt the time away was anything more than a catalyst contributing to your deciding to separate.

Sometimes I think about the crossroads in my life.  I had several serious girl friends before I married my wife at 32.  How different would my life had turned out if I had gone down a different road?  I have no complaints with two beautiful children, a nice home, job (sometimes), and a beautiful wife.  I have to say I'm glad I choose the path I took. 




Since: Sep 9, 2006
Posted on: November 23, 2008 6:51 am
 

The top 10 experiences of my life:

K and I had been dating for a little while before we made plans for me to move in with him.  I would be sharing a three bedroom house with him and two other guys, all of us in the same unit.  Shortly after that, some of our unit had been tagged to participate in an exercise in Germany for 30 days, I had jumped at the opportunity, since I had always wanted to see Germany, and it would be my first tdy exercise since being assigned to the unit.  K would not be going on the exercise, but my other two roommates were. 

After the exercise was over with, my roommates and I had made plans to go to Paris for the weekend before we had to fly back to the states.  Before we were able to finalize the plans, a few of us had the opportunity to participate in a NATO exercise in Norway.  I had mixed feelings.  I had just started a relationship and wondered how another month being apart would effect it, but then I had been trying to get assigned to the NATO regions for as long as I could remember being in the USAF.  It didn't take me long to decide and I couldn't pass up what would have been a once in a lifetime opportunity to see a country that I had wanted to see since I was a teenager.  K agreed that I should go also, though the orders had already been cut for me and everything was set in stone by the time he and I talked.

The day we left Germany for Norway, a few of us had gotten a stomach virus, which made the flight a little unpleasant.  The women sat together on the flight, with me having an aisle seat.  Brenda and I were both still rather queasy and Sherry, who sat between us, didn't help us any as we watched her eat the pickled herring that we had declined for lunch.  To make matters worse, there was quite a bit of turbulance and the touchdown was rough to say the least.  We were placed in a quaint little hotel in downtown Norway, and I absolutely fell in love with the feather mattresses on the bed, and since I didn't share a room with anyone, doubled up the mattresses and just sunk in the luxury of the doubled softness. 

During peacetime, tdy's (temporary duties) were working vacations.  Often times we worked long hours, but our supervisors ensured that we received enough time off to go take in the sights.  Because of where we were working, we had to leave our uniforms at work and travel back and forth everyday in civilian clothing, which was fine with me, since after getting off, we were able to go straight to the local restaurants.  It was at one of these restaurants, that we found the best reindeer dishes.  It didn't take me long to get over the fact that I was chowing down on Rudolph. 

When we had the opportunity, we had taken in the sights of Oslo and the surrounding area.  Often times, our days off didn't correspond with each other so we spent time seeing places on our own.  One day I explored downtown Oslo and found myself sitting on the steps of the Royal Palace, people watching and later, sat on a landscaping wall of the old Summer Palace, watching the boats in the harbour and writing poetry.  I had explored the local shops and spent almost 100.00 american dollars on a belt, and found some beautiful sweaters that I had brought back with me. 

I remember how magical it was to see the first snow fall of the year.  Another day, Sherry and I went down the harbour and bought shrimp from one of the vendors who was boiling them as they came off the boat.  We spent the afternoon back in her room shelling, deveining and cleaning the eggs from them. 

One day, I only worked a half day and found myself confined to base due to an anti-nuclear protest that would be occurring.  I spent the afternoon and most of the evening in the all-ranks club where I played the slots and bingo.  It happened to be the same day that we found out that the US went into Granada.  Of course there would be some snide comments from some soldiers from the British Royal Army that were stationed there, but by the end of the evening, they had gotten me involved in a drinking game.  I guess it can be a badge of honor when you can say you actually drank a bunch of scotsman under the table.  Unfortunately, that badge of honor wasn't much consolation when I ended up falling asleep on the last trick or train that ran in Oslo and had to find my way back to the hotel in the middle of the night on foot from the center of the city. 

On another day, a coworker and I found our way to Holmenkollen and ventured up, what was at the time, the worlds largest ski jump.  When I hit the top, I remembered my fear of heights and found myself crawling across the floor till I reached the wall on the far side.  It was only then, when I had something to hang on to, that I stood up and looked out over the spectacular view.  Getting back down was an issue though and I ended up climbing down on my butt. 

On one of our last days there, a group of us took in the rest of the attractions we missed earlier.  We went to one of the Viking museums where we saw the Kon-tiki and spent the afternoon in Frogner Park, wondering through the Vigeland sculptures.  So many sculptures that seemed to celebrate the family, children and people in general.  On the trick, we laughed at ourselves for feeling inadequate sitting among such beautiful blonde women.  It was a country where women were just naturally beautiful.  That night we took in the nightlife and I spent the night dancing away with a handsome dark haired Norge, where we shared a gentle kiss and parted ways.  I would return with nice memories of a beautiful place but no lurid tales of lust and passion.

My relationship with K wouldn't last much longer after my return, in fact, by December, it would be over, but there were no regrets taking the risk of losing that relationship and going to a country I had longed to see. 




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