had a lot (lucky man, me)
but one that really sticks in my mind is when she had come round to my house, and my dad wanted a paper. So we went out (she borrowed my brothers bike) (bicycle that is, im 16 and she is 15..) and went on the 15 minute bike ride to the shops (i live in the middle of nowhere really). On leaving the shop, we were hit by a full-on thunderstorm, which included the road practically flooding.
It was a sunday and so no-one was around. a few hundred metres down the road, she stopped, and told me to get off my bike. I did, and she pulled me towards her and kissed me like... i dont know, but it really was the best feeling ever. We were completely soaked and her body was so close to mine. I could smell her hair.
Best moment ever.
I hope she gets to read this now (Hi Siobhan, i love you.) But things arent as great at the moment and so were not going out anymore (thanks to the stupidest most regrettable thing i ever did)
But im hoping that she'll call me some time soon and take me back. She means everything to me.
/apologies for length, and pouring out my heart to you all. But if you've ever been in love, you might know how i feel
(. . . . ., Fri 11 Mar 2005, 19:42, Reply)

with a frend
3.30 am in Banf ( canada). A frends "step dad"(mom& him arnt married) invited me to join them on their trip, ice fields, ravines gorgeus, any ways 3.30 am runnig through the hotel (fairmont-Uber posh), drunk on jack daniels and intent on rading the larder of the hotel.Best vacation in a while.

My family went to hawaii( 5+ years ago) and uppon hikeing to the top of one of the volcanos , seeing the clouds break and then relizeing that you were on the top of this part of the world.
(kingmob3, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 19:39, Reply)

This question makes you really happy...
Here's what i can think of.
1) the day mum got the all clear for brain cancer, i was in a lesson at the time and got the text through, i burst out crying and i have never felt as happy as i did then. it still hasnt returned.
2)in Paris with some of my best friends, top of the eiffle tower at night. amazing feeling.
3)after the first time i had sex, me and my boyfriend walking back through a wood, he stopped and kissed me, just held me and whispered that he loved me.
4)in year 9, i had an amazing feeling sat listening to some people in my year playing californication by the red hot chilli peppers, i love how this song can still do this to me.
5)singing in a dark hall, the only light coming from one attacthed to a music stand. just me, a bassist, and pianist, singing blues. amazing.

As a new member, i feel its mandatory to apoligise for length.....doesnt mean im going to.
(fishforkbuggery, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 19:38, Reply)

another one...
Unlocking the door of my first flat, moving your stuff into the rooms that I'd stripped and repainted, into the kitchen that I'd assembled from B&Q, having a bath in the bathroom that I'd fitted, locking the front door that I'd fitted*. Just the pride of sitting back, looking at a job well done and thinking 'yeah, I did that!'

*Ok so I had some help.... but I did do the donkeywork!
(Lord Monkey of Yorkshire,OBE killed a gipsy on...., Fri 11 Mar 2005, 19:30, Reply)

August 12th last year
In a field, in Oxfordshire, singing along with the 20,000 strong crowd at Fairport Conventions annual Cropredy bash, the sheer joy at belting out the lyrics to Meet on the Ledge with a field full of beleivers really knocked me out. That plus the fact I'd been drinking all day.
(Lord Monkey of Yorkshire,OBE killed a gipsy on...., Fri 11 Mar 2005, 19:13, Reply)

Stuck in traffic
needed a dump like you wouldn't belive, got home and had a poo that bought a strange sensation between pleasure and pain. Stood up to wipe and had one of those beautiful moments when you realise there is no poo, no skid marks and no need to wipe. Life is grand.
(bettyswollocks, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 19:12, Reply)

My birthday
last Tuesday. Sitting with my best mates and a German exchange student up in the loft of a friend's house, four of us singing Les Mis ('Can you hear the people sing') whilst another one plays it on the keyboard.
Friends rule.
(The Mysterious ., Fri 11 Mar 2005, 18:59, Reply)

has to be.......
1.Sunday 5th December 2004, Wembley Stadium. Possibly one of the last Blink 182 concerts ever (not that we knew it at the time) and as a finale, Mark Hoppus is playing a harmonica solo.
Sheer Bliss.
And if that wasn't enough, there was no school for a week afterwards because someone had set fire to the geography department. WOO YAY!
2. Right now...reading about beautiful moments, listening to Guns n Roses and eating pasta shaped like Thomas the Tank Engine - all on a Friday.
3. Watching that episode of Monty Python with the spam song for the first time. No one can say spam quite like Terry Jones.
(PAMPAMPAM, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 18:53, Reply)

Difficulty breathing and sore feet
In Peru on holiday, my best friend and I decided that to cap everything off we should walk the Inca trail to see Machu Pichu. This led to 4 days of walking uphill (incredibly difficult at high altitude when you need to sit and have a rest every 15 steps) and sleeping in the coldest tents ever. Finally, the moment approached - up at 4am to walk up more hill when we round a bend and there before us is a moleste bank of fog. The anticipation as we waited for an hour as the fog gradually revealed something build centuries before so perfectly justified 4 days of hell. It was like something lifted me up inside and took away everything I was worried about for that brief time.

The heading down to the nearest town and teaching some locals to swim in a natural spring rounded the day off perfectly.
(kitteny_goodness, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 18:47, Reply)

Not Sure It Was 'Beautiful' Exactly ...
But I vividly remember falling asleep on a settee at a friend's house only to wake up hours later, the room filled with pot smoke and Nights In White Satin blaring out on their stereo.
(Ted P 8 0 M F G 6 0 1 0 4 7 3 6 5 +, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 18:42, Reply)

Baked, laid, baked
My then-girlfriend (who I was then madly in love with) and I got stoned one evening, had some mind-blowing sex, and then as we were hanging out in our underwear afterwards, we had that one-of-a-kind sugar craving that only comes after you have great sex while high. I don't remember what I was doing to keep myself occupied, but at one point I looked over into the kitchen, and saw her in her black lacy underwear, wearing a big red oven mitt, pulling a tray of oatmeal-cranberry cookies out of the oven.

I just about cried from happiness.
(mister man, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 18:37, Reply)

A fathers love
I'd never met my father. Grew up with mum and brother and pervert stepfather. All my life I wanted to know my dad - we were in touch with his family but he had no contact with us, his choice.
5 years ago, I contacted him through a family member, and we started emailing each other and talking on the phone and just building up a friendship. His son came over to California to visit me, which was awesome! I have a new brother!
Then what happened last year happened so quickly and unexpectedly that it still seems unreal.

My other half brother is a dancer with the Royal Ballet, and they were coming to Orange County to perform. 4th July, 2004, we met for the first time - very apprehensive as he was never to bothered about his newfound big sister ;) It went great, and I went to his show - twice. The following week, he was flying on to New York with the RB, and my dad and his wife were flying over from London to see him dance. My brother told me to call dad and ask if I could meet them in New York.
So on the Sunday, I called dad, he said yes and on the Thursday night I was on a plane, heading east, to fulfill all of my childhood dreams and fantasies.
We had a fantastic weekend in New York and on the last night dad and I went out for dinner - just the two of us. On the underground on the way back to our hotels, right before his stop he kissed me on the forehead and said "I'm proud to have a daughter like you". I sobbed as I watched his retreating back and realised that my life had changed completely. That was the best moment of my life. Ever. The one thing that I ever truly wanted more than anything.......the love of a father.
( Batshitmentalist is sane for once, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 18:29, Reply)

christmas '04...
It was Christmas Day... night and I was in my bedroom, lying on my bed, listening to Maroon 5's album I'd just got. I was reading Anthony Kiedis's (lead singer from the Red Hot Chili Peppers) autobiography (Scar Tissue) I'd got off my brother. All of a sudden, the chorus of "She Will be Loved" comes on, just as I'm discovering how this certain song came about (Baby Appeal, if you're interested :D).

Sounds cheesy, but I just had the impulse to start drawing and scribbling and writing my feelings on a piece of lined paper. I stopped with this piece of A4 lined paper covered in ink and with the words "Musical Orgasm" scrawled across it.

yay Anthony Kiedis!
(The Disillusioned Starburst, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 18:16, Reply)

late night/early morning
The several beautiful moments of my life have happened in the wee-small hours.

On New Year's 2002 my best friend and I decided to go to Trafalgar Square, and due to the denseness of the crowds we got separated. A stunning Canadian man whose name I never learned came to my rescue and we decided to walk from the west end back to Hackney at 4 in the morning. It was rather surreal, we barely spoke but kissed like the world was about to end. Shame I didn't get his name.

I used to work an early shift and had to leave my house at around 5. On one occasion, I stepped outside on a particularly bitter morning and proceeded to walk along my street. I was the only person around and the frost had made the roads look like they were covered in glitter. I had to stop and appreciate the twinkling pavements for a while.

This is slightly clichéd, but I left an old boyfriend for my current one, who had given me a kind of ultimatum as he was going back home and wanted me to come along. I came to my senses at the last minute and turned up on his doorstep. Pissing down outside, him still half-asleep, etc. It was ike something from a film.
( Fictional Emma, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 18:05, Reply)

i'm too young to have one that involves a lady,
really, but i can give you what i would describe as my most beautiful moments so far:

27th November 2003, Earl's Court, Radiohead playing "everything in its right place", me, mildly stoned on secondary (i don't smoke myself, being a major asthmatic and knowledgeable on the subject of drug fuck-ups), and absolutely drowning in the music. i think that's the only moment i can safely describe as euphoric in my life to this day.

also, standing at the top of the eiffel tower on a crisp may afternoon, looking out across Paris and thinking "shit... i'm a lucky bastard"

finally, and probably most life-afirmingly, the thursday evening session in the evolution 15-18 group at spring harvest* last year (week 1). we were doing a worship excercise, where people were all kneeling and facing the same way together, and i remember crying into my knees and muttering "thank you, jesus..." again and again. the feeling i had when i walked out onto the field just outside was insurpassable. really emotional, and really secured my faith as a christian (was a little depressed at the time, but it really brought me back)

*spring harvest is a massive christian festival held every year at the skegness and minehead butlins. i was in minehead.
(notjustahatrack peeling a sausage..., Fri 11 Mar 2005, 17:47, Reply)

you know how some people are afraid of heights?
I've been the opposite for as long as I can remember, I've actively sought out high places. It will probably be the death of me, one day when I take a step too far and plummet - but what a way to go.

Examples:
- taking the "special" trip to the top of the CN Tower in Toronto - way beyond the bit the tourists go to, up to where it's barely wide enough for 2 people. Oh yes.
- Up in a fixed-wing glider - when the launch cable snaps prematurely, and the pilot has to do some really strange gyrations to get lined up with the field, and barely made it.
- age 12, playing around on the tops of a row of grain siloes in South Africa. Conical tops, only three feet apart horizontally, but a 300 foot drop to concrete. Whee!
As you can guess, my dream home would be a penthouse at the top of Taipei 101...
( bnt what, me worry?, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 17:44, Reply)

my first
and only (so far) front page.

really any moment with someone I've loved was beautiful at the time.

No matter how many uncomfortable nights you may spend trying to get used to having someone sleep next to you, the morning after the first comfortable night's sleep you've had with that person is definitely beautiful.

Any time I am lucky enough to eat a Marie Calendar's Chicken Pot Pie is beautiful.

Ooh, also: The summer I turned 16 I took a field ecology course in the Rockies in Colorado which concluded with a week's backpacking trip up into the lakes up in the mountains. On the third morning of the trip we were forced to get up at about 3am and hike up a moleste ridge to watch the sunrise. On the way up we saw a single Elk wandering around, which was amazing, and then when we got up to the top of the ridge we watched the sunrise come up over this tiny lake that was on the other side and it was just really surreal. *sigh*
( Funtastic Pony Magic, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 17:34, Reply)

Reading Festival last year...
Stood in our campsite at about 4am just after everyone else had gone to bed, after telling a girl I used to like (a lot) about how I used to fancy her, but I liked that we could be close friends, she then gave me a big kiss and went to bed, I stood alone next to the dying embers of our camp fire, surveying the scene in a half-drunk haze, listening to the distant sounds of drunken people whooping and laughing, and staring at the stars through the layer of smoke covering the campsite. I stood there for a good half an hour.

And the other one was with the same girl (back when I really wanted her something bad), valentines day a few years ago. She had broken up with her boyfriend a few days earlier (which she wasn't too upset about, it was inevitable really). We spent the entire evening watching films, drinking and just talking curled up on my bed, then at about 5am I walked her home, the sun was just starting to rise and making all the ice on the road sparkle, and the stars were still out. We walked the 500metres or so to her house, slipping most of the way and holding onto each other for balance. When we got to her front door, we embraced, I said "you know, this is the best valentines day I've had in a while", and she smiled, and then we kissed (but not a full-on snog, just a long, meaningful, lovely kiss), we stopped after about 10 seconds, I smiled at her, turned to leave, but she pulled me back and kissed me again, this time with a bit of tongue, and said "Me too".

When we finally parted, we did that cliche'd 'holding hands until we couldn't reach each other' thing, then I waited to see she got into her house ok, turned around, and walked home the long way on cloud nine. While walking through a wooded section I saw a baby fox and its mum trotting across the road.

Then I got home, opened my window and fell asleep to the sound of birds singing.

We're still good friends to this day, but I've never told her that Valentines Day 2003 rates in my top 5 ace moments in my life.
(Jon Norris, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 17:31, Reply)

aged 9, when i was lucky.

cos the ice cream van still had ice cream, despite playing greensleeves.

.... sorry.
( bierbelly, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 17:24, Reply)

Long Work Shift
Been working at the Bar at my university all day to get set up for a moleste event we were having in the evening. Chucked everyone out at 2.00 and started the clean up process with collegues - all done by 4 and then started drinking in to the next morning - left the bar - birds were singing jays were lit and the walk home began - a full 23 hours after i started working - I had made it to bed and looked out on the day beginning thinking how great it is to be here, in bed with someone with nothing else to do but have sex, smoke and watch films. Hazy Lazy Days that have since passed.
(multipac, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 17:19, Reply)

Different levels of utter happiness
Base nastiness ones: fisting a really hot, 18 year old stripper.

Getting a blowjob whilst watching Match of the Day, with a beer in one hand, and a great big spliff in the other.

Spiritual completeness ones: finding a waterfall in the middle of nowhere whilst hiking in British Columbia. Sitting down, watching it & listening to Tigermilk for an hour. Woah. Was good.
(Lord of the Pies, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 17:17, Reply)

Drinking
Going to my first over night teenage party. The house was cosy, the drink was plentiful, the girls were beautiful (the one I fancied tried to get off with me, despite having a boyfriend, and I pushed her away, an act of mental fortitude that surely proves this to be a beautiful event), and the company was excellent. We all fell asleep at about 3am, I with the biggest grin on my face, despite having not pulled or drank myself into oblivion.

Bliss doesn't even cover it. On top of that, the next day I wasn't hung over, and I got my first blowjob too!

What also comes close is the first time I heard the 04 remix of Enjoy The Silence by Depeche, which was at the end of an arduous 6 hour session getting a scripted sequence to work in a Half Life map I was making. As the song finished, I began playing the map, and it worked. Was taken to hospital for 34 stitches after face broke from smiling too hard.

Which reminds me, loading up Half Life 2 for the first time, on Christmas morning, with my family all playing with their new stuff as well. They went silent when the G Man started talking, which was so cool...
(youthink, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 17:14, Reply)

midnight in yorkshire
was boxing day night, their had been a thick blanket of snow and it was absloutely freezing, absloutly clear skies and a full moon, at about midnight i went outside and the whole valley was lit up like day, the moon reflecting off the snow meaning you could see everything absloutely clearly, fantastic tbh
(spike4848, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 17:01, Reply)

Two of them...
...both on an expedition in Zambia

3:00 at night. We had a 9 hour bus journey ahead, and our lift to the bus station had slept in. We were bundled into the back of a pickup truck with all our gear. It was freezing cold. We lay on our backs and looked up at the most beautiful night sky I've ever seen.

We trekked for two days and climbed the second highest peak in Zambia - the 'Mountain of the Devil'. At the peak we can see nothing for miles but flat scrubland and the mountains on the border of the Congo. No towns or people for at least 200 miles. The air is still apart from a slight breeze and the faint sound of a bird. The sun is just starting to go down and the bottoms of the clouds are glowing orange.

Good times

Edit: Hearing a lot of love for Africa in the posts. Keep it up.
(CaptainProfanity, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 16:59, Reply)

Waking up on the first day of being married
As some of you may know, mother inferior and I are married.

The wedding and reception had been lovely the night before but it was waking up on the first morning of matrimony that was special.

We'd stayed the night in a beautiful country hotel. The view out of the window was one of fields, hedges and country lanes. The sun's rays broke through a gap in the curtain and we'd set a radio alarm for breakfast. The alarm went off and we were gently woken to the tune of "Morning has broken".

Lovely (:
( <>Dog www.stevelaker.blog, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 16:31, Reply)

Flying back from the States,
at night, everyone else on the plane asleep. Out of the window, there is a thick blanket of cloud as far as I can see, it looks so close though. Almost like snow. And the lights of the cities underneath shining through, making the clouds glow. Brilliant.

Also on a plane. flying over Greenland and seeing the moleste glaciers as the sun rises.

In the Grand Canyon, waking up to a foot of snow, and lookig out to see deer moving through the trees.

America is pretty
EDIT: Yep, moleste glaciers ;)
(Cheese Quiche - WARNING! This bus is 18 metres long!, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 16:30, Reply)

Scuba diving.
The first time I went scuba diving was beautiful. Course, I've only done it twice, ever, but I was fortunate enough to do it both times in Ibiza, in crystal clear water.

After ten minutes of flying above gorgeous scenery, through shoals of fish, past a friendly octopus (I swear he waved at me), I got back onto the dive boat feeling absolutely euphoric. The world was a beautful place and I've rarely felt so intensely happy.

The diving instructor had a camera with him, so he snapped another couple of photos as I climbed back into the boat, letting me remember this happy time for ever.

You'll never see a photo of a bigger gurning, grinning idiot. I looked a right twunt!

Ah well, twas definitely worth it. And one day I hope I can afford to repeat it.
(fogbat, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 16:26, Reply)

Picture the scene
A bright, crisp spring afternoon, clear sunshine streaming in through the open windows into my bedroom where I am sat up in bed with a cold can of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, watching England play rugby on TV whilst my girlfriend (who I was head-over-heels in love with at the time) is giving me a blowjob under the covers. You should have seen the smile on my big happy face.

Aaah, bliss :D

Also, in the garden of a little country pub somewhere outside Bristol with two of my best friends. It is summertime and the garden is full of children running about and playing in a manner that is, for once, not in the least bit annoying. At the end of the garden there is a field with horses cantering (or galloping, or doing whatever they do) back and forth in the sunshine. I am comfortably ensconced with a steak and Kidney pie and a pint of Badgers Nose Wurzel Best Bitter (or something equally rustically named)surveying the merry scene with a benign and paternalistic air (I was 19). Nothing spectacular but a moment that sticks in my memory as being close to perfect.

aaaaah, I can almost smell that heavenly aroma of freshly cut grass,horse manure, beer and shitty nappies.
(chocolatepossum, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 16:22, Reply)

Two moments - both at music festivals, one not
First at V98, slightly drunk, lying on my back staring up at a clear sky watching satellites fly past.

Second at Glastonbury 2003 - Walking into the bustling markets at night... Hearing the music, seeing all the people and just feeling pretty damned amazing.

Third - St Kilda sunset when I went to Melbourne... Looking across the bay and watching the sun come down half way through the most amazing holiday ever.

Also - the day I went to get my degree result. I was more nervous than I've ever been, had a couple of beers to calm me down but they gave me wind. Had read a horroscope which said 'it seems all your hard work is not paying off'. I was fully expecting a 3rd and had really tried hard to drag myself up to a 2:2... Called into the office I sat down and they went through my marks one by one... Finally the head lecturer said 'you got a 2:2' and I jumped up, shook his arm, molestged the woman who was in there.... Walked out, turned to my mate and shouted 'Fucking yes!!! 2:2!!!'. Graduating in Liverpool Cathedral and seeing tears in my dad's eyes was probably the most proud of myself I've ever been. The first in our family to get a degree.


Had a tear in my eye after reading chairman_of_the_peoples_democratic_republic_of_birmingham's story... That's exactly how I was born!
( beefandcheese, Fri 11 Mar 2005, 16:18, Reply)