So, loving the (show) The OA as much as I do, I (went to AwesomeCon) and decided to cosplay as Prairie. I went prepared to get an autograph first thing. I had pre-purchased the autograph ticket as well as in for a photo-op.
To make a long story a little less long, there were many delays in Jason Isaacs getting to there because of severe weather. By the time we got back, the line was quite long. Still, we had VIP fast passes so we were at least in the first group to meet him. Then, there were more delays, so we ended up waiting over an hour until he even arrived.
I was SO hot in the cosplay that I thought I’d die! But, I wanted it for him to see and for the photo.
Finally he arrived, and there were maybe 12-15 parties ahead of us. We got to near the front and had to pick a photo for him to autograph. Of course I chose the Hap photo, and his handler looked at me and said “OH! You are dressed as her! I’ve never seen anyone cosplay from The OA before! I can’t wait for him to see you!" I told her how I had threatened to learn the movements and do them for him and she laughed and told me about him having to learn them!
Then, it was our turn, and she pointed to me and said look who she is!
He got a huge smile on his face and pulled out his phone and asked if HE COULD TAKE A PHOTO OF ME! I leaned in and said, of course! That’ll be $80. (What he charges for photos)
He answered “Fair enough, but you need to get it from Brit!”
I told him how my daughter wouldn’t let me do the movements for him, and he said “come on. Let’s see them!” I told him that I had only learned the very last part and I did it and he did a few bits for me.
I told him that I loved him in Harry Potter and that I loved Dig (he said he liked doing that one as well) but that The OA is my favorite. He said that it is his favorite thing that he’s ever done! He asked if I’d seen Part 2, and I said that I’d seen it twice so far. He said “It just blew my mind! I can’t wait to see what happens if we get Part 3!”
As we said goodbye, he held his phone and said “I can’t wait to show this photo to Brit!
It was the most amazing celebrity meet ever, and I’ve had some good ones! (Edited for brevity)
I met a guy at a meet up event and we got along so we decided to go on a date. Since I hadn’t been to the melting pot in a long time I asked if he’d like to go there. He came to pick me up and as soon as I got in the car he’s like ‘hey I forgot my wallet.’ If you’ve been to the Melting Pot, you know that it’s expensive, and while I am not one of those people who scoffs at women paying for dates, I was expecting to at least split the bill. He said that he remembered that he left his wallet at his house as soon as he got to his car but was afraid that he’d be late for our reservations so just showed up at my place, didn’t bother calling me or anything. At that point because I really want to go the melting pot anyway I decided that we were going to go and I was just gonna pay for the date. While there, after a bottle of wine and some food, I think just the atmosphere and all the fumes and stuff made me really really nauseous so I paid the bill, which was close to like $300, I told him I wanted to go home and so he dropped me home but insisted that he wanted to come upstairs to make sure that I was OK. After about 10 or 15 minutes of like ‘I’m fine please leave’, he left. Honestly, I think he was trying to be nice but the whole situation was just awful! Worst date ever.
My worst date ever was in high school. This guy asked me to go to the movies and I knew he was kinda weird and gross but was like whatever I’ll take a free movie. He picks me up, I live on the far north side of Madison and the movie theater was still over by East towne at this time. He took back roads (CV) which weren’t necessary and kept asking about making out after the movie so I sat there uncomfortable. We get to the movies and he pulls out a GIFT CARD and then tells me I have to pay for myself so I’m like cool whatever. So I’ve been super excited to see this movie and what does he do FALLS ASLEEP when he knows I won’t make out. Then he takes the back roads AGAIN and keeps trying to stop to make out. At this point I was like why didn’t I just say I’d get a ride home from somebody else. We FINALLY get to my house and I’m getting ready to get out and AGAIN he’s like hey we can go drive somewhere else and make out and I’m like DUDE I DONT WANNA MAKE OUT WITH YOU. He didn’t talk to me after that except adding me on snap and sending me his dick which I did not want. I am mortified to this day that I even said yes to the date.
A guy I met on a online dating sight looked just like Vin Diesel. We set up a get to know you date finally after many flakes from him. (Now I had to meet him out of curiosity...🤔) we met for coffee at a popular coffee place late afternoon. He said to dress nice just in case the date goes well we could go out dancing later...I see him waiting outside for me....I walk up and say to myself. "Oh my gosh! He is shorter than me!!!!" (I'm 4'11"). He fibbed a few inches on his profile. I think to myself..."the angles of his profile photos faked me out!" I also noticed he was super buff! Bodybuilder. (I knew he was fit from his profile but not super meathead!) We sit down and he proceeds to chat. He was fidgety. He asked me my opinion about people who workout. I told him I think its great if people work out regularily but if it is obsessive than I think there is a problem. As I was talking guess what he was doing????? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣flexing his forearm under the freakin' table!!!!! 💪 needless to say...it was a short coffee visit and I didn't need my dancing shoes...🤣
Went on a date with a third year law student who proceeded to tell me all of his uncharged felonies over dinner. Most had to do with explosives in mailboxes... there was no second date.
Guy was 10-15 minutes late, then during drinks he paused the date so he could battle his friend on Clash of Clans.
Got set up with a guy, met him at an Applebees(or similar, don't remember anymore.) We look at the menus to order, I mention that I don't like fish or seafood, and he proceeds to spend the entire rest of the date talking about how fish is good for you and I should eat it anyway for the nutritional benefits. Then the bill comes and I put down a $20 to pay for my part, expecting to ask the server for change. He puts down a $5. Didn't even pay for his part of the meal as that pretty much just covered the tip. There was not a second date. Lol
How do I pick just one??? This one is long but pretty humorous.
A dude asked me to go to Rib Mountain to go for a “walk”. He lived in Stevens Point. When I got to his house to meet him he told me his car broke down that day and asked if I could drive. I agreed. We got to Wausau and he proceeds to talk me on a brutal hike. He was training for a triathlon... I kept telling him how tired I was and that I wanted to turn around but he insisted we keep going. He told me I was probably just hungry and threw me an apple over his shoulder like he’s fucking Aladdin. a terrible storm comes through just as we reached the top. It’s pitch black and there is so much lightning and torrential downpour while we hike all the way back down the mountain. I’m in a terrible mood and have to drive 30 minutes in soaking wet clothes. I’m dropping him off and he asks what I’m doing the next day. I tell him I have my daughter.
Me: and what?
Him: and you want me to hang out with you guys!
Me: .......um no.
It was so bizarre. I ghosted his ass. A few weeks later he showed up at the bar I worked at with an envelope. When I finally opened it later that night the only thing inside was a usb. I still have never plugged the thing in.
Guys are fucking creepy.
I went on an internet date (this was like, 20 years ago before picture uploads, etc....) and he picked me up and we went to the movies. I could tell right away he was uneasy. We got our tickets, we sat down in the theatre and he went to get popcorn and never came back.... 😂😂😂😂
Had a guy pick me up for a 1st date, gave me flowers and a card, which was nice, then I look at the card and it says and I shit you not "I love you so much, I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with you!".....needless to say I gtf out of there!
My first kiss was pretty horrible. Just. Gross. Relationship went straight downhill but waaaayyyyy slow from there. Not really a date
I mean...every day of my life. I juggle 3 schools/week plus doctors, physical therapy, and a symphonic chorus. I color code my planner according to the school it applies to (a different color for district events, and another for personal ones). I worry I'm failing at my job, even though my reviews have been good. I make contingency plans for contingency plans.
My newly wedded hubby and I were honeymooning in Vegas. I really wanted to see a Cirque de Soleil show and he begrudgingly agreed. (He is a guys guy and it was a little to frufru for his taste). We booked tickets to Mistere'. I was excited when they told us they had front row seats for us. Hubby was reluctant but aiming to please his love, we set out to our date night. It was 2 min into the show when a giant man baby came toddling out on stage with a large bouncy ball. He rolled it around and played with it like a child then rolled it right off stage and between my husband and another man. They both started at it in horror and refused to be the one to retrieve the toy for man baby. The "baby" began to "cry" and the whole audience collectively awwwwed. At my urging my husband finally tossed the ball back on stage....and that was his biggest regret. From there on he was referred to as "papa" and became a running gag throughout the show.... At one point he was even pulled back stage and dressed up in cirque style complete with bonnet, bib, diaper, and bottle. I died. Lol
And that....was the last cirque show we ever went too!
I saw your post looking for Vegas stories, and I have a short one to share. I totally understand if you don't want to share it on your show, it's pretty inappropriate. I went to Vegas with a friend when I was 22. We were pretty tipsy and decided to ride the New York New York roller coaster. Well it was June and hot as hell out, so I was wearing a dress with no underwear! We got placed in the front row and I was stoked. Then we got to the little booth at the end where you can view your picture from the ride, and I realized that my dress had blown up and I was totally exposed. Vagina out for everyone to see. Unfortunately I was young and dumb and didn't want to spend the $40 on a picture because hello, that could buy me like 3 beers. I regret not buying it every day!
I went to my nephew's wedding in Las Vegas a few years ago. My brother's wife was in the room next door (he didn't attend) and I had to listen to her loudly playing hide the bratwurst with a 24-year-old friend of the groom. All night. (She was 47). It was so awkward. Beth
I was robbed at gunpoint at the MGM!! Currently awaiting trial! Meghan
I got married in Vegas. And now I’m divorced. Or is that too common?
So I doubt this really counts or even compares to some you're going to get but I had one come to mind, both of them have to do with my trip to Italy and France with my best friend after college.
This feels true crime related I suppose! We were in Rome and I believe it was our first night there. While we were sleeping in our hostel, I woke up to the most bone chilling, blood-curdling scream on the street below us. It sounded like a woman running from one end of the block to the other and it did not sound like a typical "haha I'm so drunk"yelling. What was terrifying about it was that it didn’t just kinda fade away, it stop in a fit of laughter or anything that would suggest it was just people being rowdy, but rather got cut off in the middle of the scream. I sat right up, panic stricken and wasn’t sure if it was real as I have very vivid nightmares that cause me to wake up screaming myself. My best friend who is a heavy sleeper sat up next to me and said "did you just hear that?" I knew then that it was real. I started freaking out saying "should we go outside?! Should we open the window and look?!Should we go make sure she’s okay?! Should we call someone?!" But we were in no position to help in anyway being two young, naive Americans with no working cellphones and were unable to speak Italian. I was convinced that the next morning we would walk outside to find a chalk outline or caution tape but there was nothing. I spent weeks even after returning home googling to see if I could find anything, but most articles weren't in English and I didn't really know how to search for what happened anyway. To this day I don’t know what happened to her, but when I think about Rome I think about that night and how scared we were. I know to anyone else, it probably sounds like "oh you heard someone scream, big deal!" But hearing such a primitive, helpless scream really stuck with me and I hope I don’t ever hear one again. Laurin
Many years ago, my friends and I went to Las Vegas. It was my first time on a plane and an actual trip away from home. Our flight left at around 7:30 pm so we booked a Hoover Dam trip that was scheduled to get us back to our hotel by 5pm so we had plenty of time to make our flight. The bus broke down on the side of the highway and we had to sit, in the desert, for 2 hours. We arrived at our hotel at 6:30, knowing we'd probably miss our flight. The taxi driver taking us to the airport was driving like a maniac yelling, "go baby go!". He was the best! We had to run through the airport and made it to the gate by quarter after 7. Our flight was delayed from MSP, so it was delayed arriving to LAS. When we were in line at security, I said, (with my terrible potty mouth) "this is a *ucking nightmare" and a British lady behind me said, "This country's profanity is disgusting".
One time I was in Detroit to work on an urban farm (that didn't actually exist yet and the house was full of rando couch surfers who may have been on LSD off and on). I got bored and hopped on Tinder. Fast forward a couple days and I'm on a bus going through the tunnel under the river to go on a date in Windsor, Ontario with a German exchange student. The Border Patrol guy asked me what I was doing and I said "I'm going on a Tinder date" and then he asked when I would be returning to the States, and I said, "well, if it's a bad date, I'll be back tonight. If it's a good date, I'll be back tomorrow". And I'm pretty sure I got flagged because my return interview was a lot more extensive and a drug dog sniffed me and all my stuff. Date was okay I guess. Christine
My mom and dad took a ride with less than savory character in Tijuana to get a tattoo and inadvertently facilitated a drug trade...it was the 90’s lol that’s the short version...
I sponsored a trip to Philly with a debate team I was coaching and after our flights were cancelled I had to have 10+ kids sleep on the floor of LaGuardia... Mel Marie
My friend and I went to Naples about two years ago and booked an air bnb. When we arrived at the apartment block our host couldn’t be contacted so we hung around outside for around half an hour when a guy comes out of the apartment, hears us talking English and asks who we’re looking for - when we said our host name was Rita, he said ah I know Rita come in and wait with my mum and he leads us into a flat fully decked out in marble and gold leaf with loads of snazzy tech stuff (which was surprising as the whole block looked pretty rough). Turns out he doesn’t know Rita and whilst he’s running up and down the apartment block stairs knocking on probably about 50 doors asking for Rita for us, we end up stuck in his flat with his very elderly non English speaking mum drinking wine (with the best view of Vesuvius)
Rita rocked up a few hours later and we had gotten so drunk with granny that we didn’t even think to be annoyed she’d left us waiting or weirded out that a random guy had pretended to know her so we’d keep his mum company for a few hours!
That and one time my boyfriend and I accidentally ended up in a bondage club in Berlin - fully equipped with cages, whips and other weapons on the wall - which we thought was a rock bar. We left just after the whole club started cult like chanting along to Du hast and clothes started coming off! Kayleigh
I saw your request for travel stories in My Favorite Podcast, and then again on Instagram! I have some from my honeymoon that was just last month (October)!
We had a pretty awesome honeymoon. We started with a Mediterranean Cruise that left from Barcelona, went to Nice, France, and then several stops in Italy. One of those stops was in Livorno, so we visited Pisa and Florence that day.
Let me preface this with one of my biggest fears with traveling was being pick pocketed or having our property stolen from us. I had heard several stories and wanted to make sure we were as protected as possible.
So, we're in Florence with our tour group and looking at the bronze doors of the Florence Baptistery. An Italian man approaches us (I only say this distinguishing statement for reasons later), trying to sell us a selfie stick. I had a camera, but my husband (M) was using his cell phone, as were many other people around us. Me and M bothkept saying "no, no, no". Well, this man wouldn't take no as an answer. M had his phone up, taking photos of the doors, and the man kept trying to show him features of this selfie stick. He says "no look!" AND GRABS M'S CELL PHONE OUT OF HIS HAND AND STARTS PUTTING IT IN THE SELFIE STICK! All I could envision was this man taking M's phone and stealing it. I whip around as fast as I could and I grab M's phone out of the selfie stick. The guy trying to sell us this selfie stick was so taken aback, he loudly exclaimed "MAMA MIA!" After I got M's cell phone - I walked away leaving him and this guy standing there with their mouths hanging open. It was then that the guy took out his own cell phone to try and make the sale. M just walked away and after we got out of that location - we both started laughing about the "MAMA MIA!" reaction - which my husband still brings up to this day.
Oh - another one from Florence. We were walking around the Santa Croces piazza and another man approached us. He tried to put a bracelet on us. We said no, he kept trying, we kept saying no all the while trying to walk away. Then he tries the approach of "I'm a good mood, my wife just had a baby, I'll give it to you for free!" which NEVER means it's free. So, M is being jovial and talking to the guy and I just keep saying "no, no thank you, it's beautiful, but we don't need a bracelet" when the guy looks at me and says "What?! You don't like Africa?!" I was shocked! I was like "no, I do - but we don't need a bracelet..." and finally we were able to walk away enough that he left us alone.
After our cruise - we went to Dubrovnik for a few days. On our last day there, we planned to go back to Old Town, walk around some more, M wanted to go back to the Game of Thrones store and buy some dragon eggs, and we had a lot of time to kill before our flight left. I booked a Bag BNB because we would have all of our bags with us. I got an Uber from our apartment to Old Town. Once we got to Old Town, we entered the city walls and were headed towards where the baggage storage was, and I went to grab my phone from my pocket so I could look at the email. My phone wasn't in my pocket. I was like "oh shit". I searched my backpack, it wasn't there. I was like "OH SHIT!" M was like "well, is it (insert location here)?" Nope. It sure wasn't. I decided to take M's phone, go to where the Uber dropped us off, look for my phone, try to log into my Uber account on his phone to get a hold of the Uber driver, do something to find my phone.
Of course, my phone wasn't in the street. Of course, I couldn't log into my Uber account because I needed to verify my account on my phone that *I DIDN'T HAVE*. I sat down and through some quick thinking, downloaded the "find my phone" app onto M's phone. I saw that it was not where I was at. I quickly locked the phone with a note of "please bring my phone back to Pile Gate - I will give you a good tip!" in the hopes that would work. I went to Uber's website and found information on how to get a lost phone back.
Somehow, I was able to call the Uber driver through a secure number and I asked him if he'd be able to bring it back. He said he was by some bank. I thought he meant a bank by where I was at, so I went looking for him. It wasn't there. There was a tour guide sitting next to me, and I asked her if she knew where this certain bank was, and I showed her where my phone was on the find my phone app. I asked if I called the Uber driver back if she would talk to him, which she did - thank goodness for her! She told me that he was very rude and said he wouldn't come back down there because it was too busy, but he was down the road about 20 minutes walk and would be there for 20 minutes longer. They had already hung up. I was like "well, I will give him a good tip if he brings it here!" because I HAVE NO WAY TO GET THERE AND IT WAS HOT! So I tried to call him again for him to tell him that - but he hung up right away. Definitely rude. I was freaking out. I went to get M, who was still in Old Town with all of our bags.
So, we drop off our bags. I was talking to the lady who worked at the bag store and she was like "yeah, Uber's are supposed to be down here, that's probably why he wouldn't come back down." Which makes sense, but is annoying. We went to go find a taxi, because there was no way I would use Uber there again. There were three taxi drivers waiting for people, so I showed the one the map of where my phone was, told him the story, and he was like "okay - I can take you there!" He was SO HELPFUL! We got to where my phone was, he waited for us, and even said he'd give us a price break for the trip.
I started looking around, following the map to see if I could find my phone. It was so close, but I didn't know exactly WHERE it was. I took my chances again and I called the Uber driver again. He answered and told me he had left the phone at a food stand across from the bank he mentioned earlier. I walked down the road a little more - AND THERE WAS THE FOOD STAND! I went up there, with desperation (and I'm sure I sounded like shit because I was also fighting off a cold) in my voice and asked "do you have my phone?" And the guy was like "Yes!" And there were a bunch of guys sitting around and they were like "it's you! We saw the little photo of you on your phone screen!" and I unlocked it and they were like "there you are!" I was sooo grateful!
I started walking back to where the taxi had let us off, and M and the taxi driver were walking towards me, looking around for me. I started waving and the taxi driver saw me first. I gave the thumbs up! On the way back to where we started, the taxi driver was like "why wouldn't he just bring it back? That's so rude! I've had to return many lost phones!" We gave him an extra tip for his help and finally were able to explore Old Town a little more before leaving Croatia.
Everyone we tell this story to (about the phone in the Uber) are like "HOW DID YOU GET IT BACK?!" By nice people, my persistence, and time being on our side.
I hope these are what you're looking for! If you only want to use one or split them up - that's fine! Can't wait to hear the podcast!
Once I had a job doing security work. Not like a guard but the hardware part where we installed cameras, ran wires, built servers and did upkeep and maintenance on old clients' stuff. I won't list names or where I was for security/privacy reasons but here, in no particular order here are some things that happened to me on that job -
Was offered pot brownies at gun point (the gun was facing me on a counter with the guard's hand right next to it) to take as payment instead of actual money. I somehow politely declined and didn't get shot. Although next time we were in that shack the window had a hole in it because someone accidentally fired their gun while cleaning it.
Saw security footage of a guy who ripped a fence out of the ground while on a meth binge. He just walked up, grabbed a section, tore it up and threw it at a lady biking
down the street. He then went on to become the prime suspect in a murder where he killed another homeless man with a hammer behind a hotel so we had to give
that footage to the cops.
Watched footage of a camper pulling over in front of a 7-11, pause for a moment and then burst into flames. The driver said he heard a strange noise and was pulling over to investigate and when he put it in park it literally just exploded. He wasn't hurt but I think he lost all his stuff.
Installed cameras in a garage and got made fun of by my male co-workers for having a piece of conduit metal pipe in my pocket to use as a battering stick if I needed it. I also had a large knife, yah know, for wire cutting purposes. A few hours after we left that job site a man got shot not 5 fee from where I had been. My co-workers didn't make fun of me again and I didn't get left alone as often after that either.
And lastly, saw footage of a guy on multiple doses of PCP and another drug that fought off 6 police officers with his bare hands in a building lobby. He got a hold of one of their battering sticks and beat the crap out of a few of them until backup came and they were able to group pile on top of him and get him cuffed.
There's many other stories I could tell but those are some the highlights and reasons why I'm back in therapy after quitting that job. Thanks for the fun show! Looking forwards to catching up and then getting new episodes out! Don't be a crumb!
AJ from Wisconsin
Stacey! I do! My husband and I met in a freshman year in college English class. I invited him to my dorm room to help me with a paper and (I didn't really need help, but was a ridiculous pick up line) and he got scared off by the nun rector. (Catholic school) Cut to ten years later, he was deployed with the USMC and flew jets so I messaged him a book by a favorite author, Pat Conroy. He responded somewhat tersely, he was deployed I guess, and I figured it was not worth pursuing. One year later, after a long night of work and travel, I went to read a review of a new book and his review of the book I suggested immediately came up on Goodreads! I emailed him, he emailed me back. We had our first date one month later that involved him flying from SD to Chicago and then us to Boston to a wedding. We got engaged three weeks later. Married in six months. He deployed three weeks after our wedding. And now here we are in WI, ten years and three daughters later! Everyone thought it was a giant mistake. But we're proving them wrong! We still have hard times, but humor (mostly mine, I've been married ten years and can say that) carries us through! Kate, WI
My husband and I met his first year of dental school and my last year of nursing school. The dental school employed some of the nursing students to play fake patients for a class the dental students were taking that essentially was like, "how to talk to a patient 101." Part of the class required recording yourself conducting a health history with the fake patients for a grade. I was my husband's fake patient and had a fake history of Irritable Bowel Syndrome and thus it was hard for me to lay flat for a long period of time. After the interview, I was waiting for a friend to walk home with me when he saw me and said, "Hey you're the girl with IBS" and asked how I thought he did. I told him that I didn't actually have IBS and that I couldn't give him any information, which he understood. We got to chatting a bit and he point blank asked me out for coffee. I was so startled that I just blurted out something that probably sounded like, "yes."
We got married in August!
I met the love of my life when my cousin picked her up out of the car and handed her to me! She was 4 months old! (No, not a people... my puppy!)
My sister and cousin adopted her from a shelter in Green Bay, and on the way home, her crate in the back seat broke, so my cousin picked her up from the crate and kinda handed her to me... I didn't know I was getting a puppy until my mom told me a couple hours before she got there! 😂 I also hated her as a puppy... she had super sharp teeth and would chase me around the house and bite the boots I wore all the time!! But now, I can't get enough of her, my little Starrfish. Abigail, WI
We worked together at a restaurant when we were in college. He used to follow me around and ignore his tables to talk to me.
He wasn't a very good server, but he's a great husband and dad! Heather , Milwaukee
I met the love of my life in the basement of a strip club! Neither of us was employed there! It was called Mansion on Main in Ripon. There was a dance club in the basement called Bert's. That's where we met! Payal, WI
My husband and I met on stage in college. He walked past me, I heard a voice in my head nonchalantly and a little pissed off say, "Oh shit. I'm going to marry him." That was 18.5 years ago. We both still act and we have a theatre company and a daughter. So I guess I was right. Selena, WI
I met my boyfriend of now 9 years at a tattoo shop. He was the counter help and I was a client. I ended up getting a job there as counter help too after being a client for 2 years. After working side by side for a while I caught feelings but he was 6 years older so i never thought he'd like me. I just wanted excuses to hang out so asked him to watch The Office with me since he never saw it and it was my fav. A marathon of the office later and we were dating. Which I'm surprised because I quote the whole show and use subtitles which that alone could drive someone out of my life hahaha. Ray, WI
My boyfriend and I met through Facebook but only after my mom spotted him at my cousin's wedding and told me he was cute and seemed nice. Turns out he's best friends with my cousin, our dads were friends in their 20s, we've been at the same bars and a funeral and must've met at some point growing up. We know a lot of people in each other's lives so it's crazy we never met/don't remember each other. Morgan, WI
I was in a really rough place in my life. Late nights, depressed when I'd wake up with no one sharing my bed. So I really put myself out there. Out the humane society, specifically. And I adopted my best bud, Freddie Purrcury.
Now he wakes me up in the middle of the night with the zoomies and meows and sleeps in the very center of my bed. He is the best. Kaitlyn, WI
My husband and I met at a music festival in TN. He lived here in WI and I lived in TN (I'm from there). I worked with his cousin at the time and we had been to this festival a couples times together. The night before the festival I was supposed to spend the night at his cousin's house so we could all leave early the next day. He texted me saying he forgot his cousin was driving down that night to also go, so to come over early the next morning. He said be there by 7. I showed up and everyone was so hung over, no one was awake! When I saw my now husband, he slammed his bedroom door in my face. I thought he was going to be a real jerk and wasn't impressed. Turns out he did because he freaked out and didn't want me to see him disheveled. Needless to say, 3 months later I dropped everything, sold my house, quit my job, and moved to Madison! 6.5 years later, still one of the craziest and best decisions of my life. Ashley, WI
I’m an elementary school teacher and I was out at recess duty with kindergarten. One of my students runs up to me elated, because she found ‘dinosaur eggs’. She opens up her hands and shows me her two cupped hands are filled with rabbit turds. I asked her where she got them and she led me to the spot. By this time 5 or 6 other kids had discovered the eggs. They were filling their pockets and hands with the rabbit poop and I was beyond mortified. I calmly explained that it was actually rabbit poop and the look on their faces was nothing but sheer disgust.
So one of my friends is a 5th grade teacher and he told me the kids were playing a game based off that “Do you know da wae” Ugandan Knuckles meme. A group of them would shout “Do you know da wae?!” and one of them would pipe up “Brothers! I know da wae!” and he would run off and they would follow him doing the tongue clicking noise. If someone got in their path they would yell “He does not know da wae! We will show him da wae!” I still laugh cry when I think about a group of kids playing this at recess.
Soooo..... There was the time when my son was just shy of 3, when he managed to push his furniture across the room, climb on top of his dresser, defeated TWO safety locks, opened his window, pushed out the screen, and hung out his second story window to wave at neighbors. Or, the time when he was 4(?) and he tried to make popcorn by dumping an entire thing of loose kernels into a small saucepan, and putting the whole thing [including the metal pan] into the microwave. And the time a few weeks ago when my 4 y/o daughter managed to guzzle two boozie popsicles [she was a little loopy, but poison control said I could monitor at home and she ended up being fine].
Basically, I just can’t ever shower.
We went to a baptism for a neighbor's child at a Catholic church. As part of the service, the priest asked the parents if the parents intended to raise their daughter in the Catholic Church. They said they did. Just then, a light bulb in the vaulted ceiling blew up and dropped to the ground. The congregation froze, wondering what that signified. My 5-year-old son broke the silence, piping up with 'I did not do dat." The whole congregation heard him and fell apart laughing, except for his 6-year-old sister who shrunk down in her seat, complaining, "Warner's so embarrassing."
When I was two or three my mom took me to my uncle & aunts wedding. When my aunt walked down the aisle I said (very loudly) “I know her!” The whole church got a chuckle out of that.
I tripped on a piece of dust and fell, breaking my 3 elbow bones and lacerating it open to the joint. Ambulance ride to Froedtert, head of orthopedic trauma called in on a Saturday afternoon to do emergency surgery on me. Off of work for 3.5 months, ulnar nerve damage and PT 3x a week for 3 months. Cleaning off a neighbors car with a push broom after a blizzard, hit a ginormous icicle hanging from the rain gutter which struck me in the face, literally filleting my upper lip wide open. Icy ride to hospital, plastic surgeon wouldn't come out due to ice and the ER doc put in 23 stitches. I barely have a scar! I've got more but they just get weirder. Jacque Green Wilson-help me out here.
-Jan from Brookfield
I'm prone to injury from the most mundane tasks... Sprained my ankle rushing to put dishes away while wearing heels, broke my toe turning on a light via those push button on/off switches and managed to accidentally spray lysol in my face this morning as I was preparing for a visit from a major donor to my nonprofit this morning - needless to say, I was very fragrant for my mtg with this donor. 😂
-Kristen from Grafton
I do. Old Egyptian drove me home from a bushwick party at 3am. Told me where to get the best hummus and Arab desserts in the city. I biked there the next day... went to an Egyptian bakery next door. Told the baker I was led there by a magical Lyft driver but I never saw his face. Old man behind me in the bakery said “Justin, is that you?’ Now were best friends.
NYC is magic
The Last Time I Used A Lyft:
The last time I used a Lyft cost me $36.87 plus the $15 dollars I gave Patrick. The ride was 5.4 miles and 12 minutes long. We got picked up at 1:44am in the morning after a fun night at the Milwaukee Clubs lol. Somewhere between 1:44am and 1:50am I asked Patrick to put down the window so I can puke my face off, getting it all over the outside of his car. This also had to happen in front of my little brother, the rage king. A 250% surg charge later, I’m back home and finally laying in my bed. I’m sorry Patrick. I hope you can forgive me.
Hiya! Saw your IG post, #ssdgm, here's my contribution.
While in the delivery room for my first little cherub, another first-time mom was giving birth in the adjacent delivery room... to twins.
Suddenly, we hear a loud KER-THUNK from the next room. Half my attending staff dashed over to assist.
Turns out the new father of twins fainted as his first baby was delivered. The sound was him hitting the surgical cart on the way down.
All of our babies (and adults) came out of the experience fine. 😁
Oh lord, mine involved 28.5 hrs of labor, 2 epidurals, and a husband that thought it was a good idea to get foot long seafood sub from subway and bring it BACK to the room. With. Chips. After epidural 1 had failed and before #2 was administered. And I was 10 hrs in at this point.
my labor story as a whole wasn’t really funny but it had its moments! I actually went into labor less than 8 hours after the live show where you were the hometown! and was in labor for roughly 36 hours and ended with a c section. I also had 3 epidurals. first one slipped out. second one stopped working. third one didn’t work at all because back labor! super fun. but one of my favorite moments was when the pain got really bad I started to puke and the last thing I had eaten was a cherry popsicle so obviously the puke was bright red. I looked over at my partner who was trying to soothe me through it and he had a horrified look on his face and so seriously asked the nurse “is that....blood?!?” so I really gave him a scare, haha. oh! and as they were cleaning my baby up in the c section room I made all the doctors and nurses SWEAR to me that she was a cute baby and they weren’t just saying that. I vaguely remember saying “okay I think she’s the cutest baby in the world but it’s because she’s mine so you guys have to be HONEST!” shout out to all those c section drugs for making me get real weird, hahaha. 🤦🏼♀
I'm so excited that you asked for these. Birth stories are one of my favorite things to talk about! I'll try not to be too long winded.. but I've never typed it out before, so we'll see how it goes. :)
At 39 weeks my work allowed me to start working from home until the baby came. I had felt no signs of labor and was miserable. While working (39W 1D) I decided to bounce on the exercise ball to see if that would help things along, no luck.
My husband comes home, we have dinner, and I start getting ready for bed. shower, face washed, teeth brushed. I do a final pee break before heading to bed and right before standing up I hear a *pop* and felt a small gush. I just sat there shocked for a few seconds before calling my husband in and telling him I think my water just broke. I call the midwife and she confirms that's what it was. it's now 9:15pm. Contractions have not started so she tells me to try to get some sleep and come in in the morning. it's my first and will take a while to progress..
I hang up and the first contraction hits. for the next hour the contractions continue, get more intense and closer together. by 10:30, they are 1 minute long, every 5 minutes. this is the magic numbers that tell you to go in. I call the midwife back and she says no need to come in, it will probably be a bit longer. She suggests I soak in the tub to relieve some of the pain. The bath does little to help. My husband is saying we need to go, I ignore him.
At 11:00, I call my husband in and tell him to get the car ready, that we need to leave. Thankfully the hospital was only 7 minute drive, but it was excruciating. the entire drive I was whining that I would be far along and they would either send me home or i would have to wait around for another 20 hours.
My husband drops me off at the front doors of the hospital with the security guard so he can go park the car. I'd say this is around 11:45pm. The guard asks if I want to wait for my husband or go back solo, i vote to wait. In a 1 minute period I had 2 contractions (this had been happening for about 30 minutes at this point) and the guard said "nope, we are sending you back. I've delivered enough babies out here and I'm not doing it again.".
I arrive in OB triage SCREAMING. I can't fill out any paper work, my husband is still parking the car, and the wheel my back to an exam room. Every nurse, the midwife, and 3 techs are all over my- getting me into bed, hooking me to monitors, trying to ask questions and check how far progressed I am. The midwife checks, and looks up with a nervous laugh. i ask how far along I am... she informs me I am 10cm and she can see the babies head!
My husband still hasn't arrived and they start to ask if I can make it up to the delivery room. They decide I can as soon as my husband arrives and they wheel us away. I was convinced I was going to have this baby on the elevator.
As we arrive in the delivery room I ask what time it is: 12:05am. he would officially be born on my half birthday, which delighted me. Because I was so far along I couldn't get ANY DRUGS so I went all natural. and man. I never thought I would/could do that.
The rest is a bit of a blur. I remember yelling "i think I'm gonna die" and "I wish I had drugs". I remember joking around and laughing through it as well. At 12:25 the cutest little guy was laid on my chest, and I've been smitten for the last 10 months.
I went from water breaking, to contractions, to giving birth all in 3.5 hours WITH MY FIRST BABY. every nurse i encountered the rest of the stay informed me if I have another I needed to just move into the hospital so i don't risk not making it in!
apologies for the length, but there were a lot of details I re-remembered while typing it out.
please let me know if you have any questions!! :)