For me, it would have to be Spring Break '91. My senior year of high school. A friend of mine, Erik, and I decided to go to Florida spontaneously. We decided this the day school let out. We had enough cash between us for gas there and back (I live in Indiana). No money for food, no money for hotels. We hit every party town on the coast. Fort Lauderdale, Miami, Tampa, St Pete, Daytona, Panama, Pensacola. Different city every night. And we’d crash parties and eat that way (of course, there was alcohol involved). And we’d either find people we knew and crash with them, or we’d “make friends” with a couple of girls and stay with them (Erik actually decided to rename Spring Break ‘91 “Glands Across America” just because of all the debauchary that went on). Daytona we actually slept on the beach. It was so friggin’ cool. No one knew we were in Florida at all. I told my mom I was staying with him, he told his dad he was staying with me. The only downside of the trip was when I got mugged in Miami. At knifepoint. Other than that, though…god, what a trip. So, what was the best time of YOUR life?
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That one summer when my family and I went to a resort. I hung out with the dancers, and even filled in when Penny had a botched abortion. Oh, it was hard work, but I learned all the dance steps. I didn’t do the lift, but I still think I did pretty well.
And at the end of the summer, it was so thrilling to dance on stage with Johnny and prove to my dad that I was a grown up, not just his little girl anymore. I did the lift then! You better believe it.
Yes, that WAS the time of my life!
Hmmm.
I’ll say March 26, 1998.
And, no, you don’t get to know why 
And, monster, that story sounds familiar, for some reason…I hope the watermelons weren’t too heavy.
Had a three day weekend, so me and a friend decided to drive from Kansas City to Colorado Springs. The spontinuity(sp?) was refreshing, and the very air vibrated with a tense energy. The people were all nice there,(lots of hot chicks) The mountains were wonderful. We got there friday around midnight, stayed till saturday evening, and drove all the way back. The one day I will probably remember the rest of my life.
Hehe, this gets a bit long, sorry, but this is why it was so memorable.
The best time I had in my life was a couple months ago, I left my cozy home in Minneapolis for three weeks of euro traveling, it was the first saturday we were there… I got to see my favorite soccer team play (Man U)unfortunately they lost and I had to sit in the Liverpool section to get tickets, we then drove to Edinburgh for the night, we walked around town at night. It was simply amazing, we stopped at a little hole in the wall that was open late to get some grub, and I decided why not eat haggis my first night in Scotland? Tasted good, though looked horrible :), I also discovered the wonders of Malt Vinegar and Chips. My brother (I was travelling with family) decided he wanted to go out, I figured what the heck why not have some fun while I was over here (I never go to clubs back home here). So we went down to the clubs gave the room keys to my younger brother and my dad (something we would come to regret) and hit some clubs. We walked by a ten foot diameter vomit circle (amazing sight in itself) saw the two vomiters laying passed out in the square (also hilarous) and made our way into the pub. We were there no longer than five minutes (haven’t even gotten drinks) when Tom (we soon learned his name) came up to us and asked if we wanted to see something cool, better than a strip club as he put it. We were then introduced to Gilbert who proceeded to show us his trick of drinking a bottle of WKD with no hands in just a few seconds (maybe 5-8) quite amazing. We ended up finding out there were from Perth (Scotland) and we spent the night club hopping till about 3 in the morning. We then called it a night (as all the clubs were closed) and realized we had no way to get back into the hotel room. We ended up having to wake up the elderly lady running the bed and breakfast (still can’t apologize enough for that) and turns out our younger brother was up and waiting for us. He even played a nice april fools day joke on us (as it was VERY early on the 1st now) by saying my Dad couldn’t access any money for the trip (which would have put us in a tight spot finacially), but he enjoyed the trick. But all in all it was an amazing night and I will never forget it.
The best time of my life started September 9, 1986 with the birth of our oldest son and ended March 29, 1993 when our younger son was diagnosed with Leukemia.
The best time of my life hasn’t happened yet.
I hope the best time of my life hasn’t happened yet. Because so far…
Ninth grade. Beeen downhill ever since (23 years later)
The time of my life…? Hmmm.
That would have to be the early nineties, Missoula, MT. The whole damn era of my life was good, but especially Wednesdays at the Hat, dancing my ass off to the Psyclones, along with a houseful of other wild and crazies. (and a bunch of bigdum-beefy, drunken jocks!) The band was the best! Lordy, what a great time!!! Kicking butt at the pool table (when it wasn’t being used as a coat rack or a drink table…) Or watching the action at the foos ball tables at that other joint in town…
That whole town was grooving back then. By far the funkiest College Town I have lived in. But the kids graduated from college… we all moved on… and things just aren’t the same anymore. (sigh.) When it was over, it was really over. 
That time of my life was also seasoned with the usually once, but sometimes twice-a-year road trips for Dead Shows. (Oakland and Eugene)… saw the last New Year’s, Last Chinese New Year’s and Last Mardi Gras Shows at the Coliseum. If I had known then that they were to have been the last, I would have had a LOT more fun!
Eugene was way cool for me because it was the only time I ever got to see the Dead outside.
It’s either that or it’s this time of my life: being the parent of a wonderful two-year old… but it’s hard to tell. The two lives are completely different.
The best time I ever had was in the mountains above Steamboat Springs fourth of July a couple years ago. Great long time friends, great new friends, hot chicks, great fishing, Lots of Alchohol, nice big campfire, exploding olive cans, beautiful clear nights skies, a good guitar player, and the worlds coolest dogs.
My best time so far: summer 1995. I was 21 years old, playing in a band, doing every drug you ever heard of, and dating four girls at the same time. The intervening years have been mediocre, but 2001 is going very well so far. I’m hoping to top '94 this year.
So far last night ranks up there pretty high. Other good times:
Sports banquet, senior year, spring term. Track MIP, varsity letter.
Senior year, football regular season. 8-0.
Delaware Baby Hen tournament, last year. 140 points in the tournament, twice got 35 points in a round, and singlehandedly 30d several boni.
But I haven’t had a good week probably since 1995, when I was free from the general shit inflicted upon me by classmates for three months and had no worries yet about high school.
The day I went to the movie theater for the premiere of “Problem Child 2”. Ah, John Ritter…good times, good times.
Two times that come to mind:
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Just graduated college. First real job. Moved into a 3-bedroom townhouse with my best friends. It was all of our first time really “being away from home” and we just bonded more than we ever had. Sitting on the stoop at 3 a.m. drinking Coronas, hitting a local watering hole and coming home toasted together, eating hamburger helper for dinner at least twice a week, blowing all our money on ribs for summer bbqs (it was worth it), our significant others spending the weekends with us and all of us waking up with hair/pajamas disheveled and making bad pancakes while reading the paper. Now that we’re all married and homeowners it’s hard to find time for an ice cream cone together once a week, but during that time at the townhouse it was all about us being together as much as possible.
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When my husband proposed on the beach on the Eastern Shore of Virginia. It was perfect, beautiful, and memorable and the rest of the weekend played out to be just as perfect. Whenever I visit that beach I’m taken back to that moment when he dropped to his knees in the surf in front of me and held out the ring.
Winnie
I lost my virginity on March 26th. Weirdness.
Not the best day though…
Best day was prolly when my boyfriend proposed to me… the first time.
We’re back to just boyfriend and girlfriend… Again. =) But yeah… that was definately the best.
I -would- say the birth of my boy… but I was on alot of drugs and in alot of pain.
=)