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cancerlad Lord of Flapdoodle from Kentucky
Lord of Flapdoodle
Jun 12th 2011 at 5:06:31 AM

There was this one day, we'll say eight years ago, that I will always remember as being a really long day.

  • 06:00 (am) - woke up, made breakfast, etc
  • 08:00 - checked in with temp agency
  • 08:15 - started morning commute
  • 09:00 to 17:30 - work
  • 17:30 to 18:30 - evening commute
  • 19:00 to 22:00 - night school
  • then I drove from Washington, DC to Maine by myself. Takes 11 hours.
  • 10:30 - boarded ferry to Monhegan Island
  • 11:45 - disembarked and met with friends
  • 12:00 to 15:00 - sight seeing
  • 15:00 - nap.

That was a really long day.

the pronoun system in Cherokee is just better. Need Scion GM.
Carciofus Is that cake frosting? from Alpha Tucanae I
Is that cake frosting?
Jun 12th 2011 at 7:06:19 AM

  • 08:00 (pm) Working on that goddamn paper. But why did I just start doing it now, when it counts for a lot of my grade? Am I trying to lose my scholarship?
  • 10:00 (pm) All right, I think I am on the right path.
  • 11:00 (pm) No, wait, all of this is stupid and wrong.
  • 00:00 (am) Still working on that paper.
  • 04:00 (am) Still working on that paper.
  • 05:00 (am) No, wait, all of this is stupid and wrong again.
  • 06:00 (am) Still working on that paper.
  • 08:00 (am) I notice that for the last two hours I wrote gibberish. Cancel it, try to sleep.
  • 10:00 (am) All right, let's start again.
  • 12:00 (pm) Still working on that goddamn paper, aargh why?
  • 12:30 (pm) A sandwich, an insane amount of caffeine.
  • 01:00 (pm) Still working on that goddamn paper, aargh aargh aargh.
  • 05:00 (om) Still working on that goddamn paper.
  • 10:00 (pm) I finished that goddamn paper! Yay! Now to reread it a couple of times to see if everything checks out and then I can send it to the professor!
  • 10:10 (pm) Wait, this is all wrong! And I only less than two hours to fix it! WHY OH HEAVENS WHY.
  • 10:30 (pm) Aargh, still no solution.
  • 11:00 (pm) Aargh, still no solution.
  • 11:30 (pm) Aargh, still no solution.
  • 11:50 (pm) Wait, no, everything checks out, it was not a mistake.
  • 11:55 (pm) All right, I emailed the paper! Go me! Now for some sleep...
  • 11:30 (am) I forgot to attach the paper to the email! Sending again, I hope the prof will not dock me too many points for this...

Yeah, that was not a good day tongue

edited 12th Jun '11 7:07:47 AM by Carciofus

But they seem to know where they are going, the ones who walk away from Omelas.
TuefelHundenIV Watchman of the Apocalypse from Wandering Relationship Status: [TOP SECRET]
Watchman of the Apocalypse
Jun 12th 2011 at 7:13:23 PM

By individual time frames not possible for me.

The longest day(s) was the Crucible in boot camp. It was two and half days but it all sort of blended together. I remember start to finish.

"Who watches the watchmen?"
Madrugada Zzzzzzzzzz Relationship Status: In season
Jun 12th 2011 at 7:53:14 PM

The end of a trip to Pennsic:

6:00 am, Sunday: Roll out of bed, get dressed, have breakfast.

7:00 am to about 9:00 am: Sit around yacking with the friends we were camping with.

9:00 am to about 12:00 noon: Work on packing up. Lots of stuff to pack up; this was Pennsic.

12:00 to about 1:00 lunch, more yacking with people we wouldn't see for another year.

1:00 pm to about 3:00 pm: Finish packing and loading the truck

3:00 pm to 4:00 pm: Shower, change into fresh clothes for the drive home.

4:00 pm: Roll out on 700 mile drive home.

4:30: Big thunderstorm rolls in behind us, going the same direction. Moving only a little bit slower than we are

5:30 pm: Stop for supper; thunderstorm catches up.

6:15pm-ish: Start driving again, in the thunderstorm this time instead of just barely ahead of it.

7:00PM: Start looking for a motel room for the night. "No vacancy" everywhere.

8:00pm: still driving. Still in the thunderstorm. Still looking for a room. Still getting "Sorry, we're full".

10:pm: Ask Mr Maddy to dig my address book out of my bag to see if we're near any of our friends or aquaintances that we can beg crash space from. Still in the thunderstorm. Still driving.

10:15 pm: Realize that the address book got packed in a different bag and is buried in the back of the truck, under about 300 pounds of wet canvas and coolers and other miscellaneous stuff. Keep driving. Keep checking for vacancies at any motels we pass by. Still none. Almost out of the storm.

1:00 am Monday: Still driving. Finally out of the rain completely, but getting really tired and sore. Still no place to get a room.

2:00am: Stop for coffee and food and potty at a travel plaza. Use their courtesy phones and wall map to call every motel in 150 miles looking for a room. Full up. Start driving again. Really tired.

5:00am: Sun is coming up. Still driving. Still looking for a room. Everybody is still booked up. Still have about 200 miles to go to get home. Really, really tired. Starting to get sleepy.

7:00am: Still driving. Really sleepy. Still roughly 100 miles out. Have given up on finding a room. Concentrating on not falling asleep — windows down, AC on full blast refrigerator setting, radio blasting.

8:30 am: Nearly home. Having to consciously remember to open my eyes when I blink.

9:00 am: pull into driveway. Park truck. Stumble into the house. Fall on bed. Fall asleep, still fully dressed (including shoes and glasses.)

9:00pm: Wake up, eat something (I have no idea what it was...) Get undressed. Go back to bed. Sleep til morning.

edited 12th Jun '11 7:54:00 PM by Madrugada

...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.
drunkscriblerian Street Writing Man from Castle Geekhaven Relationship Status: In season
Street Writing Man
Jun 12th 2011 at 8:44:36 PM

@Madrugada: Didn't know you were a SC Adian.

If I were to write some of the strange things that come under my eyes they would not be believed. ~Cora M. Strayer~
Madrugada Zzzzzzzzzz Relationship Status: In season
Jun 12th 2011 at 8:58:48 PM

Yep. That's one reason I had the reaction I did when you mentioned having seen pictures. The only ones on the net that I know of besides the ones from the Chicago meetup (that I'd forgotten Eddie posted) are were on an SCA-household related website, and are currently 404-unavailable.

edited 12th Jun '11 9:17:36 PM by Madrugada

...if you don’t love you’re dead, and if you do, they’ll kill you for it.
drunkscriblerian Street Writing Man from Castle Geekhaven Relationship Status: In season
Street Writing Man
Jun 12th 2011 at 9:34:56 PM

@Maddie: Makes sense. Some of the coolest people I know are veteran SCA people.

Okay, longest day I can remember...I won't vouch for "clearly", for reasons that will soon become clear.

This was early 2000s or so; I was 22, working hard labor during the week and running a Werewolf The Apocalypse LARP in my backyard on weekends. The house was perfectly set up for it; our only neighbors were gas stations and an airport, and the dinky little abode happened to sit on 4+ acres of heavy woods. Much craziness transpired in that house, but this was the most egregious example...

  • Friday, 6am: Alarm goes off much too early...I stumble out of bed, find clothes and breakfast and head off to work.
  • 7:30am-5pm: Utter craziness. We're shipping a load of beams across the country...several tons of fantastically delicate heavy timber * and the entire day is assholes and elbows. I get off work, drive home...
  • remember that this weekend, we're running a special two-day LARP event. That I have completely forgotten about. My co-Storyteller/girlfriend is not amused. Gamers are pulling into the driveway, and I need to entertain them. I'm tired, sweaty and smelling like fresh hamster bedding. I hop in the shower, pop some Mini-Thins * and get ready to rumble.
  • 6pm-11pm: Game! hot water and legal speed revitalized me; I successfully made the transition from tired blue-collar slave to lean, mean Storytelling machine. The players storm the castle * , rescue the princess * and escape with their asses (mostly) intact. Werewolf being Werewolf, they fall to self-congratulatory howling and much drinking. * We roasted meat over an open fire, swilled Captain Morgan's and Southern Comfort from the neck and boasted of our imaginary accomplishments.
  • 11:30pm: Post-game wrap up is completed. Players don't want to stop drinking; they retreat to their cars for a Red Run; * I, still buzzing on Mini-thins, storyteller's high and a not-inconsiderable amount of drink, think this is a lovely idea.
  • 12am-5am: Hilarity Ensues. I vaguely remember a sword fight (conducted with handmade foam-and-pipe weapons of questionable safety), nitrous oxide, more Mini-thins and a striptease contest. People have told me that I placed rather highly in said contest...I doubt this, as a pale skinny Northwesterner shucking his pants to Lenny Kravitz cannot possibly be sexy.
  • 5:45am: I cannot sleep. In the netherworld that is produced by stimulants, depressants, intoxicants and sex hormones, I spurn the idea of bed. My girlfriend reminds me that we have game in ten hours. "I can handle it," I tell her...and why wouldn't I? I am a golden god.
  • 7am-4pm: Much staggering, stomach-emptying, coffee-sipping and general malingering. Gamers are lying in my living room thither and yon; it looks like Saving Private Ryan on the set of Animal House. Someone backs up the shower, my cat escapes through the window * , and I remember that, yes, there is yet more Storytelling to be done. I shrug, down some coffee, and pop another Mini-Thin. Sleep is for the weak. The show must go on.
  • 4pm-6pm: I meet with my Storytelling staff (who look about as awful as I feel) and we come up with something laughingly resembling a "plan". I begin to have doubts. My Spirit Keeper narrator is retching into the bushes, no one's showered, and I feel a sudden kinship with the likes of Hunter Thompson and Frank Sinatra. They didn't fold, I won't either.
  • 6pm-midnight: Out of the sludge of ugliness grows the fragile rose of poetry. Game careens between spectacular and disaster all night, teetering on the brink but never falling. No one cares that they're fighting a tentacle-god when the build-up that they've been playing through indicated a cult of vampires. They're having fun. *
  • 12:30am: I think I remembered to pass out experience and slag Blade as an utter piece of shit movie franchise before passing out on my lawn.

edited 12th Jun '11 9:49:23 PM by drunkscriblerian

If I were to write some of the strange things that come under my eyes they would not be believed. ~Cora M. Strayer~
blackcat Relationship Status: A cockroach, nothing can kill it.
Jun 12th 2011 at 9:46:11 PM

God. I've produced 24 hour plays in two different cities on a number of occasions. Many long days that I remember vividly. I wish there were a way of doing them with tropers.

We never go any where without our swords and boas.
InverurieJones '80s TV Action Hero from North of the Wall. Relationship Status: And they all lived happily ever after <3
'80s TV Action Hero
Jun 14th 2011 at 5:20:17 AM

36 hours of patrolling and manning an OP, followed by one hour of sleep, followed by more bare-hillside-watching, followed by return to billet and collapsing in a heap.

The worst bit?

Nothing happened.

'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'
captainbrass2 from the United Kingdom
Jun 14th 2011 at 11:06:24 AM

[up]Making your longest day almost the polar opposite of The Longest Day.

"Well, it's a lifestyle"
InverurieJones '80s TV Action Hero from North of the Wall. Relationship Status: And they all lived happily ever after <3
'80s TV Action Hero
Jun 15th 2011 at 3:18:09 AM

Heh. Yeah. Where are Richard Burton and Kenneth More when you need them, eh?

'All he needs is for somebody to throw handgrenades at him for the rest of his life...'
captainbrass2 from the United Kingdom
Jun 15th 2011 at 11:32:04 AM

[up]Dead, I think.

"Well, it's a lifestyle"
OriDoodle Mom Lady from East of West Relationship Status: Consider his love an honor
Jun 19th 2011 at 10:15:56 PM

10am wake up in NYC

1100 am lunch on broadway

1230 pm walk back to queens, astoria

300 pm get ready for theater

400 pm drinks and frisbee in central park

630 pm more drinks near central park

800 pm phantom of the opera

1000pm travel to queens for beer

1100 pm greek food

1200 am beer/wine

230 am brunch at neptune's diner

400 am bedtime

What a great vacation that was!

edited 19th Jun '11 10:16:15 PM by OriDoodle

YonTroper Dropout w/ bong in hand from [DATA EXPUNGED]
Dropout w/ bong in hand
Aug 3rd 2011 at 5:33:54 AM

Well, as it happens, I'm having one now.

  • 5:00 am: Wake up, shower and get dressed.
  • 5:30 am: Go downstairs and eat cereal, still half-asleep and dragging an overstuffed suitcase.
  • 6:10 am: Taxi comes to take me to Manchester airport.
  • 7:10 am: Arrive at the airport, spend ages checking in because my metal water bottle and my belt buckle (had to take it in my rucksack because it wouldn't go anywhere else) set off the X-ray machine.
  • 7:45 am: Finally through security! Buy coffee and some magazines for the plane.
  • 9:10 am: Board my flight for take-off at 9:25. Spend the whole time reading Metal Hammer and doodling.
  • 12:15 pm (local time): Land in Munich for an hour's stop for no reason - oh, wait, a security check, because we're flying into Singapore next and Lee Kwan Yu is paranoid and senile. Get more coffee and finish magazines.
  • 1:25 pm: The plane takes off again. I've got 14 hours of flying to Singapore now. Fun, fun, fun.
  • About four hours later, no idea what the time is: Cold aeroplane dinner, with the news that they've run out of the two options I wanted (it's a fully-booked flight). My stomach is going to regret this.
  • Two and a half hours after that: It gets dark and I decide that I should try to sleep. I spend about two hours trying before giving up - I can never sleep when I'm flying, the turbulence and the engine noise keeps me awake and I forgot to pack earphones.
  • Three hours after that: Bored stiff, the man next to me is snoring and we still have hours to go. At least breakfast comes soon (dodgy noodles), and there's a really quite beautiful sunrise. Of course, this is all disrupted when we have to fly through the outer fringes of a monsoon...
  • 6:50 am Singapore time: FRRREEEEEDDOOOOMMM!!! Go to toilet and offload the aforementioned dodgy noodles, before getting something I won't regret eating.
  • 8:00 am: Board the last flight, for Kuala Lumpur. The seats are designed for a dwarf, and we get yet more turbulence.
  • 9:15 am: Home at last! Collect bags and get in the taxi for my house.
  • 10:20 am: Arrive at our house and get peed on by over-excited dog. Flop on bed and spend an hour trying to get Internet, to no avail.
  • 12:25 pm: Doze off for three and a half hours. I know it's going to mess up my sleeping patterns, but I don't care.
  • 6:30 pm: Go out with family to get a Chinese takeout (there's no food in the house, of course).
  • 10:30 pm: Try to sleep, can't.
  • 11:10 pm: Give up sleeping as a bad job and decide to read for a couple of hours, hoping this will make me drop off. Naturally, it doesn't. I. HATE. JET LAG.
  • 1:30 am: Get on computer and sit on it till morning.
  • 7:15 am: Finally doze off, but wake up after an hour, because I don't want to disrupt my sleeping pattern any more than I have to. My parents and sisters aren't so lucky - they all end up sleeping till 2 pm. I spend the rest of the day sitting on the computer and eating snack foods because I'm too tired and can't be bothered to do anything else.
  • 8:10 pm: Eat dinner and have a hot bath, hoping this will make me sleep. Going to try in a couple of hours, and if I don't get some sleep tonight, I will be pissed.

edited 3rd Aug '11 5:34:55 AM by YonTroper

Insert vaguely inspirational quote here.
SonicGTR Lets do this. from where Its Always Spring
Lets do this.
Sep 20th 2011 at 9:15:53 PM

Need to go to sleep so I can't tl;dr, but one particular day was when my brother and I went to Disneyland for his birthday when they did that "Free park ticket on your birthday" deal. I still remember mentally giving myself a S++ rank for getting done everything we wanted to do after getting back home at 1:30am the next day.

sabrina_diamond iSanity! from Australia Relationship Status: LET'S HAVE A ZILLION BABIES
Oct 21st 2012 at 11:45:33 PM

I can hardly remember what I did yesterday, it's all irrevelatnt to me anyway. (smirks)

In an anime, I'll be the Tsundere Dark Magical Girl who likes purple MY own profile is actually HERE!
Euodiachloris Relationship Status: Is that a kind of food?
Oct 22nd 2012 at 8:08:19 AM

Travelling to Jamaica from Europe. Looooooooooong day: the flight was in the evening, Euro-time. And, could I sleep? tongue

BlueNinja0 The Mod with the Migraine from Taking a left at Albuquerque Relationship Status: Showing feelings of an almost human nature
The Mod with the Migraine
Oct 22nd 2012 at 4:05:57 PM

This one happened a while ago.

10am: get up 3pm: Arrive at work. 11pm: Leave work to go stand an 8-hour watch. 8am: leave watch late because of my relief. Go home and spend an hour on the computer. 930am: Arrive for medical appointment. 12pm: Leave medical, go home, have lunch. 130pm: Arrive for dental appointment. 3pm: Finally leave dental, go to work. 6pm: Ask supervisor if I can go home early. Get told no. 630pm: three other people get to go home early. Not me. 12am: Finally get off work. Barely make it home before crashing.

That’s the epitome of privilege right there, not considering armed nazis a threat to your life. - Silasw
Willbyr Anime-ted from North Little Rock, AR Relationship Status: Pining for the fjords
Jan 23rd 2013 at 7:26:20 AM

9/11. I can't give you time frames, but the overall course of that day and my experiences are engraved in my mind.

edited 23rd Jan '13 7:26:53 AM by Willbyr

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Gabrael from My musings Relationship Status: Is that a kind of food?
Jan 27th 2013 at 2:34:52 AM

I've had a lot of long days, but the one I remember most clearly was the 48 hours leading up to my seven pound, nine ounce, 21 inches long son being born at 6:09am on Tuesday Dec. 5, 2006.

"Psssh. Even if you could catch a miracle on a picture any person would probably delete it to make space for more porn." - Aszur
Nocturna Seeking for Light
Seeking for Light
Feb 1st 2013 at 10:37:46 AM

Longest day I can remember was flying to India the second time: Got up about 10 AM local time, met up with the rest of the group around 3 PM, flight left 7-ish, 7 hours to London, 5 hour layover, 8 hours to India, arrive early morning their time, spend the day unpacking and running around helping set up for the camp we were helping run, collapse into bed around 10 PM their time. I did get some sleep in there, but airplane sleep does almost nothing for me except help pass time. The kicker? Jet lag makes me nauseous and nothing short of a good night's sleep helps, so I spent pretty much all the time from the layover till going to bed feeling sick. Managed to not actually throw up, though.

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