Michigan. Thanks for the offer, but I prefer to remain anonymous on this board.
Nice bike tho. I used to have a 1200RT, but recently upgraded to a 1250.
But you got invited! That’s cool.
No, dealt with them but was a couple levels lower on the totem pole, was at one of the Major Subordinate Commands. Occasionally I still look at the DSCA site for the 36b notifications to see who and what we are selling now (Iraq is buying F-16’s and JDAMS to the UAE).
I guess the coolest I could come up with is training at the Olympic training center. I quit and went to college but guys I regularly beat went on to multiple Olympics and world cups. So by the associative property of cool I guess I am . . . something.
Back in grad school I played music on stage with Meg Ryan’s brother.
I was at Queen Elizabeth II’s coronation parade (I was only 3 weeks and it wasn’t the London one, but still). I am President for Life (or until next Coup Phase) of my local boardgaming group, which is still going strong after almost 49 years despite this. My bosses thought enough of my work that I was awarded a medal.
Welcome back, and happy birthday !
The coolest thing about me is I can tell my left from my right in only 2 tries.
Ok, I’ll bite. World championships of what?
ETA: in reply to the OP. Forgot discourse won’t show that.
Tough one. I’ve been to 5 of the 7 continents. I also make delicious crepes.
I had a chance meeting with Muhammad Ali on the streets of Pyongyang, North Korea.
I had a chance meeting with Alan Minter in a Sussex urinal.
C’mon, he was middleweight champion of the world.
j
Thankfully, I’ve never met anybody in a urinal.
Ah. I think the word is perhaps used slightly differently in the UK vs the US. Shall we say “Men’s Room”?
j
ohhh … I forgot:
I managed to spend a couple of hours with prince Harry in a very small circle (20 or so people) … and there are a couple of pics of us chit-chatting
a surprisingly tall guy (donno, 1.90m I’d guess)
I’ve sung at Carnegie Hall twice.
Ok, so in one sense that’s not that cool. I know lots of people who got to perform at Carnegie with their high school choir or part of some program where they paid $200 for the opportunity. Carnegie holds a certain number of dates open for anyone to rent the hall to do whatever they want.
But both times I sang as part of a subscription concert, for which I was paid. And the organization paid my airfare and hotel. And my picture was in the New York Times.
Ok, so I was one member of a 100+ member chorus, jammed in the back behind the 80 piece orchestra and the cast of soloists. And the picture was of a soloist and I just happened to be in the background. With about 40 of my colleagues.
But I’ve sung at Carnegie Hall twice.
I once spiked a volleyball in a Tony Award winner’s face.
I can drive a manual transmission car.
But so can 95% of my generation…
today I remembered a good one:
Once, the sitting President of the Central Bank cooked (quite an elaborate) dinner for me …
(and about 10 other people who were friends of their daughter … but cool, nevertheless)
I also just remembered one:
I didn’t know until shortly after moving but for almost two years I lived directly below Pulitzer prize winning playwright August Wilson. He once helped me carry a very heavy sleeper-sofa up two flights of stairs. I thanked him but we never exchanged names.
Umm … I won fourth place in an international short fiction contest once. Thousands of entries but I did game it to the extent that I thought, based on her own fiction, one of the judges would like my story. That was the late Angela Carter.
I sang in St. Peter’s with their Schola Cantorum once (my diocesan choir went on a European tour). That was cool although not as cool as, on the same tour, singing a Mozart Mass in Salzburg Cathedral. Which was (unlike the Vatican thing) completely jam packed. It was some kinda Mozart day there. Forget exactly.