Thanks guys, for all the great ideas on how to improve Standard Poodle Safari. I especially like the thought of a daily “running of the poodles” stampede through the streets. Dangerous! Many other excellent suggestions, as well… Keep ’em coming.
And before I get to today’s questionable subject, I’d like to alert you to a fun new site co-created by our friend Jason Headley. It’s a good idea taken to the next level. Check it out. Are you presidential? Unfortunately, I fall a few electoral votes short, at 194. I guess I still have some work to do?
Now for the main topic… I’d like to know the greatest number of hours you’ve ever stayed awake. You know, in a row.
Unfortunately, I don’t have much to report on this one. I’ve never done drugs, or been in the military, or gone through medical school… And those are the obvious scenarios for sleepless marathons, right? Speed and/or extreme vocational requirements?
The only time I went for a “long” period without sleep, was when I was a kid and wanted to see how long I could maintain. My friend Mike spent the night with me, and we decided to stay up all night, and see how far into the next day we could make it.
Yeah, and the staying up all night part was easy. We watched old movies until they went off, then started playing poker. I had two boxes of poker chips when I was a youngling, and we liked to pretend we were Vegas high-rollers, etc. No problem making it till morning….
Somewhere during the night we did experience a minor bump in the road, and began dragging a bit. But a second-wind kicked in and we were fully awake and alert when my Dad got up, and started getting ready for work.
I remember watching the farm report, at a ridiculously early hour of the day I’d rarely experienced before. The farm report! What in the shit-flecked heck? I had a feeling Mike and I were the only two people watching that show, and I bet I wasn’t too far off.
After breakfast we launched into a normal day, and I felt great. We went walking around town (roaming aimlessly, one of our favorite pastimes), and everything was completely normal. I wasn’t tired in the least. I was starting to have thoughts about making it another 24 hours. I was confident we could do it, without much trouble.
But in the afternoon my entire world collapsed. We were bowling, at Dunbar Lanes, and my brain started betraying me. I think I was hallucinating a little (the hotdog carousel was levitating), and I felt really, really weird. Not so much tired, as drugged or something.
I remember it was my turn to bowl, and I nearly blacked-out during the approach. I almost fell asleep during the physical act of bowling; I’m lucky my head didn’t plunge down the ball return.
It was quite unpleasant, and I was foundering greatly while walking home. Mike was cheering me on, trying to keep me from giving in to sleep, promising a third-wind was right around the corner.
But I was done. I felt sick, not sleepy, and walked into our house without really saying goodbye to my friend. I went upstairs to my room, collapsed on the bed, and slept until early the next morning (I think I saw the farm report again).
This full collapse happened around 4 o’clock, so I’d only been up for about 31 hours, or so. Pretty lame, huh? But that shit kicked my ass. And I can’t remember ever going so long, since.
What about you? I’m sure most of you can beat my pathetic record. Tell us about it in the comments, won’t you?
And I’ll be back tomorrow.
Have a great day, my friends!