A few of the posters here seem to be going through a tough time right now so I though I'd start a thread where people can record those moments when everything went just right. Here's mine. The Millemium 1999. My girlfriend and I celebrated it on London Bridge. It was packed. The Thames was lined with with fireworks barges, at midnight there was a truly spectacular display. After the grand finale there was a burst of cheering and applauding. Then came a moment of silence which was broken by a reedy voice with a cockney accent, sounding like the ghost of Tiny Tim, "Hurray for London greatest city in the world."
I'm a simple man. I don't need much or ask for a lot. My moments of perfection are when I come home just soaked with sweat after a good hardy walk, take a nice shower, cool down and relax. The actual time of the perfect moment is when I take a long strong pull from my diet wild cherry pepsi. It is sublime. I would like to make that moment last an eternity. I can drink me some diet wild cherry pepsi. All day. Everyday. It's one of the world's absolute goods, right next to pot and cigarettes. I don't smoke pot anymore for a real long time but would if it were legal. Oh man, that would be the most perfect moment of all moments. Diet wild cherry pepsi, a nugget of humboldt county and a pack of filtered 100's, full flavor. I would be deep, deep, deep into flavor country.
I'm not sure which moment is my perfect moment, but it would be either the one where my wife said yes when I asked her to marry me ... or it would be when my wife told her mom I had asked her and her mom turned to me and said "You know she comes with a dowry don't you" Jokingly I said how much. She pulled out her checkbook and said "How much should it be?" So, seems like three perfect moments for this guy.
Mine would be giving birth to my first child. It was a painless natural very fast birth. I don't know why it was painless. It was natural because the doctor didn't get there fast enough. It was the most exhilarating experience I've ever had.
I've had many. I had a VERY bad day at work and I came home frustrated at the system, disappointed in my own performance and worried about my future at the job. When I got home, my ex was there with a very upset little boy whose mom had then to go to work. So I picked him up and started doing my dad job. It took a while to calm him, but he still didn't want to be put down. So I sat in the easy chair. He passed out, then I did. When I woke up, I felt fine. I didn't care about the job anymore, I had accomplished something more important.
