Thursday, July 27, 2006

Random Question, uh, Thursday

I'm heading to Steamboat tonight, fishing with Willis tomorrow, Kathryn's joining us tomorrow evening, and then we're all heading to Winter Park to catch Willie's band on Saturday. Between my girlfriend, fishing, live music, and hanging out with Willis and Jenn, I won't really care about the internet a whole lot for the next few days.

Speaking of good times, describe the best day of your life. Once again, the birth of children doesn't count. This one is all about you.


At 11:17 AM, Blogger david said...

my personal best day ever? ever ever? damn, that's tough.

i can think of some very good days - 2 feet of the lightest, driest powder ever at monarch in 2003 with my good buddy roberto; catching four 17+ inch trout through town in one morning about 5 weeks ago; the day i received the offer for my current job; anytime our band has a good gig and gets people dancing.

but, at the risk of sounding like an overly romantic cheeseball, i'd say my best days may have occurred 8 years ago: jenn and i were road-tripping up the california coast from san diego, sleeping in stan the van at state campgrounds, playing in tidepools in the mornings, and becoming more and more comfortable with sushi at dinnertime.

those days are golden in my mind.

At 12:59 PM, Blogger Kathryn said...

I agree with Dave on this one, this is really tough. The first thing that came to mind, though:

Labor Day Weekend 2005.

I know it's not a specific day, I hope that's not considered cheating. I'd also attempt to describe it, but that would take more room than this comment section allows. I wouldn't even know where to with old friends, one of the funniest movies ever, freedom, and finally seeing what was right in front of me for so long.


At 4:23 AM, Anonymous timmypoot said...

first thing that comes to mind, summer 2002 - being at the Samples concert in the mountains of colorado with a river flowing directly behind the band.

i was among my best friends and two of them had just gotten married.

wish you guys an incredible weekend hanging out and fishing. i would literally give my right nut to join you.

hopefully soon...

At 9:52 AM, Blogger dirk.mancuso said...


Don't think I've had it yet. Mine are all pretty much the same.

At 9:34 PM, Blogger ...Abbey... said...

Dan & I on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial on the most beautiful night in D.C. It was that moment that made me realize just how lucky I am to have in my life, and that, that moment is one of the many "best days ever" yet to come in our relationship. I love you Daniel.

At 11:29 PM, Blogger graeme said...

Probably the day I brought my dog home from the shelter. We watched the sunset over the coastal California hills from my back porch. He sat on my lap for two hours as I drank half a bottle of Sonoma County's not so best wine. I don't think he's sat on my lap since, but that's OK because he's not a lap dog and it makes that moment even more memorable.
ps: if you're wondering if I'm a sicko who dresses my dog up because of my icon, I'm not. He just had stitches and was drugged up pretty good and I put a shirt on him so he wouldn't like his wounds.

At 11:58 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I would definately have to agree with Abbey. God bless Abe Lincoln....and Abbey of course.

At 4:41 PM, Blogger Rosellen said...

I can't even remember the year, much less the date, but one late May day when I lived in Rochester, the day was perfect. It was bright and gently sunny, in the mid 70's, and, as I pulled in the drive, Beethoven's 7th came in on the FM station. I wasn't feeling stressed, as I usually did during those years, and I spent the rest of day in perfect solitude.

I'll always treasure my memories of that perfect day.

At 8:30 AM, Blogger david said...


that was a pretty great day, too. hell, that was a pretty great 4 days. and the week after, for that matter - finally capping it off at the purple martini the next weekend, with jenn guiding us into a cab and getting our sorry asses home.

all we wanted was a burrito.

At 6:31 PM, Blogger Trout said...

Timmy, that was my favorite day too (or rather, as Dave points out, several days). I honestly think that drive up the canyon with the Native American flute playing was one of the most beautiful experiences of my life. Dancing with everyone at the Samples concert at the 'Mish, in that amazing Colorado evening, was sublime.


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