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There was this one day, we'll say eight years ago, that I will always remember as being a really long day.
That was a really long day.
Yeah, that was not a good day
edited 12th Jun '11 7:07:47 AM by Carciofus
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.
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
@Madrugada: Didn't know you were a SC Adian.
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
@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...
edited 12th Jun '11 9:49:23 PM by drunkscriblerian
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.
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?
Making your longest day almost the polar opposite of The Longest Day.
Heh. Yeah. Where are Richard Burton and Kenneth More when you need them, eh?
Dead, I think.
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
Well, as it happens, I'm having one now.
edited 3rd Aug '11 5:34:55 AM by YonTroper
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.
I can hardly remember what I did yesterday, it's all irrevelatnt to me anyway. (smirks)
Travelling to Jamaica from Europe. Looooooooooong day: the flight was in the evening, Euro-time. And, could I sleep?
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.
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
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.
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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