The Narcosis Express

[shereads]

That's the name of a 180-foot wall dive you can sign up for at Small Hope Bay Lodge in Andros, Bahamas. The narcosis (aka "rapture of the deep") hits you like a happy sledge hammer at the approximate depth where your guide motions for everyone to gather around him, then reaches into a crevice and produces a rubber chicken.

It's not easy to laugh without spitting out your regulator. But you do, oh yes! you do.



What stupid experiences have you survived and now recall with glee?

 

[Safe_Bet]

That's the name of a 180-foot wall dive you can sign up for at Small Hope Bay Lodge in Andros, Bahamas. The narcosis (aka "rapture of the deep") hits you like a happy sledge hammer at the approximate depth where your guide motions for everyone to gather around him, then reaches into a crevice and produces a rubber chicken.

It's not easy to laugh without spitting out your regulator. But you do, oh yes! you do.



What stupid experiences have you survived and now recall with glee?

This is a farm kid thing... plow surfing.

You and your "challenger" see who can remain standing on the back of the plow as the tractor pulls it through the field. Quite possibly the supidest thing to do known to man cuz if we would have ever fallen off forward we would have been chopped in half by the plow.

But gawd it was fun!

 

[shereads]

This is a farm kid thing... plow surfing.

Does there have to be a tractor? Maybe the plow can be pulled by a bus.

 

[SeaCat]

Hmmmmm, Where shall I start?

How about attaching skis to a Bicycle and then riding it down an ice covered slope?

Or maybe strapping double 80 cfu tanks to my back and riding the current through the Cape Cod Canal? (If I had been caught I would have had a felony record from that stunt, but it was a blast.)

Or could it be cross country skiing down the glacier from the Monch to the end in Switzerland?

Or it might be taking the daughter of a Marine up onto Mount Washington Backpacking just before a major storm blew in. (Now that was a fun four days spent in a tent.)

Or more recently, might it be the spending the night outside during a Hurricane?

Spending the night in a tent during a massive T-Storm. (Talk about a light show.)

Eating dinner in the middle of Little Havana.

Rip Diving. (Snorkeling in Rip Currents.)

Shall I go on? I have fun with life.

Cat

 

[impressive]

What stupid experiences have you survived and now recall with glee?

http://www.destination360.com/central-america/costa-rica/costa-rica-canopy-tours.php

I was young (40) and foolish.

 

[shereads]

Or maybe strapping double 80 cfu tanks to my back and riding the current through the Cape Cod Canal?

Eating dinner in the middle of Little Havana.

Um... Were you under a death threat? Or are you talking about what a plate of vaca frita does to the arteries?

 

[Dragonlipz]

The list is so long and cast even more so.........From floating downstream on a flooded river with root wads surfacing like beach balls; my first night firefight on the Mekong; a stroll down Shanghai's Nanjing Donglu in 2000....I've survived all of these and more.....

 

[jomar]

Aside from HALO/HAHO jumps, deep caving, helicopter skiing, space walking, and playing studio lead for the Who and Radiohead, the zaniest thing I've probably done is scuba diving 90 feet without lessons. I was tempted to peer over the shelf into the deep to see what that huge shape was that swam by, but thought that might be pushing my luck.

 

[Liar]

Beehive pong.

 

[cloudy]

I was a fraternity little sister - my entire time in college.

 

[Safe_Bet]

I was a fraternity little sister - my entire time in college.

Nah. That doesn't count as a "stupid experience...you survived and now recall with glee". It just means you're a slut. But we already knew that, skank.

 

[cloudy]

Nah. That doesn't count as a "stupid experience...you survived and now recall with glee". It just means you're a slut. But we already knew that, skank.

I was a Sigma Chi little sister (Little Sigma) - that chapter was known as the Animal House of the campus.

During a party, the deck on the back had so many people on it (clustered around the keg, of course) that it collapsed. One little sister broke her leg, fortunately it wasn't me.

There was an annex building behind the main house - it burned down my sophomore year.

We held Casino Parties complete with mice races, and regularly set the mice loose in the house afterwards. We also stood under the second floor landing and people took bets on whether the people standing on the landing could hit our mouths with a stream of Jack Daniels poured straight from the bottle.

There were (are?) tire marks on the second and third floor landing walls because Gary - the president - rode his motorcycle up the stairs during homecoming.

We broke into the other fraternity houses one night - drunk, of course - and stole their charters, their composite pictures, telephones, pool balls, you name it, and then redistributed it around the school. Some went a couple of hundred miles away to another school...I put some of it on the School President's front porch, right in front of the door.

Etc., etc., etc.

It's a miracle I survived, let alone graduated.

But, damn! It was fun.

 

[voluptuary_manque]

Managed to get myself charged by a wounded Cape Buffalo even though the placement of the first shot was book-perfect. Fortunately, the PH saved my sorry ass by spining the thing at 25 yards. "At that range, you have about 2 seconds left!"--Marius.

 

[lesbiaphrodite]

I made the misguided decision to do vodka shots all night with a group of strippers at a nice club. It was great fun all night long (at least what I remember of it). I think I left there when they closed at around 4 a.m. I woke up lying in the grass just outside my apartment with my purse and all of its contents lying next to me. I laughed my head off as I stumbled to my apartment to sleep it off. LOL.

 

[Verdad]

I made the misguided decision to do vodka shots all night with a group of strippers at a nice club. It was great fun all night long (at least what I remember of it). I think I left there when they closed at around 4 a.m. I woke up lying in the grass just outside my apartment with my purse and all of its contents lying next to me. I laughed my head off as I stumbled to my apartment to sleep it off. LOL.

I can so relate to this. I haven't done many physically hazardous things, dangerous sports and stuff, but I've been in some pretty interesting situations as far as slumming, booze, and drugs go. God knows what kept me safe--obliviousness, probably. If I tried that today, I'm positive the mere knowledge of what could happen would make it happen.

 

[shereads]

Beehive pong.

LOL. Missed this the first time through.

 

[Pure]

what is beehive pong? taking paddles and standing by the beehive and knocking the bees around?

 

[wmrs2]

I was a Sigma Chi little sister (Little Sigma) - that chapter was known as the Animal House of the campus.

During a party, the deck on the back had so many people on it (clustered around the keg, of course) that it collapsed. One little sister broke her leg, fortunately it wasn't me.

There was an annex building behind the main house - it burned down my sophomore year.

We held Casino Parties complete with mice races, and regularly set the mice loose in the house afterwards. We also stood under the second floor landing and people took bets on whether the people standing on the landing could hit our mouths with a stream of Jack Daniels poured straight from the bottle.

There were (are?) tire marks on the second and third floor landing walls because Gary - the president - rode his motorcycle up the stairs during homecoming.

We broke into the other fraternity houses one night - drunk, of course - and stole their charters, their composite pictures, telephones, pool balls, you name it, and then redistributed it around the school. Some went a couple of hundred miles away to another school...I put some of it on the School President's front porch, right in front of the door.

Etc., etc., etc.

It's a miracle I survived, let alone graduated.

But, damn! It was fun.

And you wonder why you are depressed!

 

[cloudy]

http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/phyde1987/ignoranttrash.jpg

 

[shereads]

http://i111.photobucket.com/albums/n124/phyde1987/ignoranttrash.jpg

Clear, concise and to the point.

 

[midwestyankee]

This is a farm kid thing... plow surfing.

You and your "challenger" see who can remain standing on the back of the plow as the tractor pulls it through the field. Quite possibly the supidest thing to do known to man cuz if we would have ever fallen off forward we would have been chopped in half by the plow.

But gawd it was fun!

We used to hitch a toboggan to the back of a friend's sedan and take it down snow-covered country roads at speed, using the embankments on the side of the road for a sort of slalom experience. A toboggan gives a rough ride at 60, btw.

 

[shereads]

We used to hitch a toboggan to the back of a friend's sedan and take it down snow-covered country roads at speed, using the embankments on the side of the road for a sort of slalom experience. A toboggan gives a rough ride at 60, btw.

Tractor. Rope. Sled. Pine saplings.

 

[glynndah]

There was this bachelor party once...

I ended up cutting the wedding cake the next day with a terrible hangover and a black eye.

 

[Liar]

what is beehive pong? taking paddles and standing by the beehive and knocking the bees around?

Taking a pair or boards and knocking a (formerly) hanging hive of wild bees back and forth across the lawn. First one to run lose.

 

[freshface]

Taking a pair or boards and knocking a (formerly) hanging hive of wild bees back and forth across the lawn. First one to run lose.

I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say that the second person to run loses even more.