I’ve fallen asleep in the Musikverein Hall in Vienna, one of the world’s most prestigious concert halls. This was in 2008. My theatre group orchestra conductor was sitting beside me and he fell asleep too.
This is a cool thread. I’ve been enjoying reading what the other Dopers have said about themselves so far.
We all love Fellacio.
In my younger years, I had couple of 1-person photography shows of my work. As impressive as this sounds, it really isn’t. All of the venues were of the caliber of “the local library”.
Powder skiing used to be my second favorite activity.
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I had a crush on my first grade teacher, who was a nun.
I have a rock that resembles a horse’s head if you look at it at just the right angle and squint.
I put a painting in a local exhibit and won a $100 gift certificate from Dick Blick’s. (Yes, that is a real name.)
I have a disorder which causes me to hear music constantly. Usually it’s “Old McDonald” or “Grand Old Flag” but sometimes I hear classic rock or nonsense songs and chants.
I learned to tap dance when I was 41 and danced with the remarkable dancer/choreographer Goerge Bohn for about six years. (We’re still friends.) And now I, a seriously middle-aged Caucasian woman, am teaching my 25-ish African-American personal trainer how to tap!
Does this disorder have a name? Have you seen anyone for it? Particulars? You can PM, if you’d like.
Story please! In Scotland, no doubt. Was it with Angelfish?
As for me, I got tear-gassed at a Beastie Boys/Run-DMC concert in Paris. After helping the Swedish model next to me get to her feet (she came with a friend of mine) we made it out to the lobby of the theater and hung out with the artist Keith Haring, who was in Paris doing street art and was totally unknown there. He entertained us while the police went nuts with the crowd outside the theater by telling about the party the previous night, where he painted his trademark graffiti art onto Grace Jones’ naked body.
ETA: I have never written that down. God that sounds so much cooler than I truly am. Just a weird set of events.
I’m really good at catching things with my bare hands. Flies. Snakes. Rabbits. Birds. Fish. Etc.
I forget about it until I do it, and then other people’s reactions make me realize what an odd talent that is.
I had one date with a girl in high school. We didn’t like each other. I’ve been dreaming about her for the last month.
I take it then that you must have consumed some after 6p.m. tonight, eh?
I’ve been told on multiple occasions that i have sweet, tight ass.
I have a tiny freckle on my upper lip.
I may have mentioned this in another thread:
There is no part of my body that’s symmetrical. I suspect mosaicism.
Some people play the air guitar. I play the air bass.
My disorder is called “Musical Ear” and is associated with tinnitus and hearing loss. The brain makes up noises to fill in on frequencies it no longer receives (at least that’s the official explanation.) I’ve seen a doctor but he doesn’t quite know what to make of it and wants me to see a psychiatrist just in case I’m losing my mind.
I have one Really Great neighbor who lives across the street. She’s the kind of nice person who makes a neighborhood a better place to live in. Last year, a few days before I was to sell it, she backed into my Subaru.
I found out about it when I got home and I heard that she was very upset & very apologetic about it. The One Thing You Don’t Know about me?
I went over to her house, gave her a bottle of wine for her wine rack, made sure she knew I totally forgave her and was selling the car anyway, and asked her to Please Never Move.
When you have a Really Good neighbor? You treat them like Gold. You’ll realize this if you are ever unfortunate enough to be stuck next to a Truly Shitty neighbor.
I sometimes fight bears in my dreams.
Usually my bed partner’s screams wake me before I strangle or beat them to death.
I play air keyboards. We should form a band. 