Agree completely. Cold, surrounded by obnoxious drunks, nothing to do. We left before midnight.
Are you saying that you stayed in the raft for the full 2 1/2 days? And that, for the 7 day tour, you stay in the raft the whole time? Because that sounds unpleasant as hell.
Mardi Gras in the French Quarter. Vomiting in the streets, the same tune (you know the one) blasted over and over, and people who never get tired of yelling “Show yer tits!”
I love visiting New Orleans, but not that week or that place.
Go to the Rock of Gibraltar. An absolutely amazing but exhausting experience. I want to go back to Southern Spain again, but once was enough for that.
March-Of-Dimes Walkathon (are they still around?). F%#*ed up my feet so badly, I couldn’t go to school for two days.
Go to the top of the Empire State Building. You see the whole skyline, but meh.
Visit the Grand Canyon. I have severe acrophobia and could not look over the edge. I couldn’t even watch other people look over the edge. The view platform from the Empire State Building had a high railing.
And I will die only once.
No kidding. No good deed goes unpunished. :rolleyes:
You hope.
Overloading a washing machine. Started emitting burnt odor; now nearly a month later, I’ve been trying to find a good replacement and haven’t found it yet.
I found you one that can handle the largest loads without burning out, and it’s energy efficient to boot.
As a kid I shot and killed a bird with a BB gun just to see if I could. I immediately regretted it then and I feel bad thinking about it now.
Sailing in a small boat off the coast of North Carolina, getting blown east and over the horizon, and seriously wondering if I was gonna die out there. Never again.
Haggis. I mean, it wasn’t that bad, but, why?
It’s an excuse to drink more scotch.
In my youth, I’d go out with my buddy on his hobiecat, sailing out from Hilton Head until we couldn’t see land. Drinking beer, rum, smoking weed and cheap cigars, and enjoying the occasional bump. Going over a few times; sometimes intentionally just to cool off. Laughing like fucking maniacs the whole time. I wouldn’t have had the sense to head for the setting sun if my friend got knocked out or had a coronary.
I’m getting scared just remembering what we did.
I would love to hear about the llama castration and your reasons for attending. And was the goose egg too big to be “scotched”? As for the fifth of ouzo, I think I understand that one.
Oooh that reminds me: letting the laundry stay in the machine with the washing water after the washing machine has stopped working :smack:.
When it had stopped working, I called the repair service of the place where I’d bought the machine about what to do with the laundry, and they said: “That’s no problem, you can keep it in with the water a few days”. Bullshit, I opened the door to the laundry room two days later, and the stench was overwhelming! I skimmed out the foul water, but the clothes had to be rewashed three times after the washing machine got repaired to get rid of the stench. I was short of throwing it all in the trash…
Similar to Times Square New Year’s Eve - Camp out on the sidewalk in Pasadena to watch the Rose Parade. It’s cold, noisy, lots of drunks, you don’t get any rest so you’re bleary-eyed and out of it by the time the parade actually starts. And it’s not really that impressive in person. I had enough of parades in high school marching band - I don’t have any desire to watch them.
Join the Mile High Club. Well, obviously I can’t join more than once, but I’m not gonna renew my membership. One of those things you do so you can say you did it, but not really worth doing at all. Airplane bathrooms are too small for their intended purposes, and definitely way too cramped for any other sort of activity.
Huh. I did it expecting it to be meh, and I thought it was fantastic. Different strokes.
For me, I will never again do The Death Ride. Not that I didn’t have a lot of fun doing it, and I was lucky in that the year I did it the weather was as perfect as it could possibly be. But it was brutal, and I made a promise to myself while climbing the 4th pass that I would never, ever, ever, EVER do it again. 
I’ve been back a few times to do 3 of the passes, or an abridged ride, but I’ll not do the whole thing again. I still love to ride, but I’m not in good enough shape anymore for that kind of stuff.
Allow me to clarify: I am NOW 50 pounds heavier and nowhere near as fit as when I took the Boundary Waters trip.
I’ll second that, and add Helter Skelter.
I totally forgot the first time I posted to add go to the Indy 500. So freaking b-o-o-o-ring. It didn’t help that the temperature was in the 40s the time I went, and the race kept getting yellow-flagged because of the temperature of the track, something, something. Not to mention, I sat in the damn bleachers in 40 degree weather for what felt like 300,000 years. The truth was, the race lasted four and a half hours. It was the longest race since the 1930s. I live in Speedway, Indianapolis, and I can walk to the racetrack from my apartment, but I find an excuse to be elsewhere on race day.