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Title: best day ever
Post by: ben on October 30, 2009, 01:25:09 AM
Not sure if this topic is somewhere else and i missed or if it is somehow verboten, but does the return of best day ever mean best week ever with pft is coming back?
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: yesno on October 30, 2009, 01:29:14 AM
BWE might come back.

BWE w/ PFT will not.
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: ben on October 30, 2009, 01:38:58 AM
BWE might come back.

BWE w/ PFT will not.

drag
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: masterofsparks on October 30, 2009, 09:08:47 AM
According to PFT's appearance on the Kevin Pollak Chat Show, BWE may be coming back in its old panel-hosted format.
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: fonpr on October 30, 2009, 09:13:17 AM
According to PFT's appearance on the Kevin Pollak Chat Show, BWE may be coming back in its old panel-hosted format.

Best day ever?  Tuesday!
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: Sarah on October 30, 2009, 11:18:10 AM
July 14, 1976.
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: buffcoat on October 30, 2009, 10:34:39 PM
July 14, 1976.

Do tell.
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: yesno on October 30, 2009, 10:46:55 PM
I imagine Sarah worked
on the Carter campaign.
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: Kim Kelly on October 30, 2009, 11:51:10 PM
Today!

I've leaned I've been accepted to all of the graduate schools I applied to, and Doddy didn't even have to break out his check-writing pen.
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: ben on November 05, 2009, 01:24:24 AM
Today!

I've leaned I've been accepted to all of the graduate schools I applied to, and Doddy didn't even have to break out his check-writing pen.

Belated congratulations.  Good for you!
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: Sarah on November 05, 2009, 08:49:13 AM
I imagine Sarah worked
on the Carter campaign.

Ha!  But wrong.  
Title: Re: best day ever
Post by: Sarah on November 07, 2009, 06:46:19 PM
July 14, 1976.

Do tell.

Bastille Day in Paris.  It was the first time I was forced to speak exclusively in French, and I did myself proud, if I say so myself.  Torrential rain made parade watching a fool's endeavor, so a feast was purchased at a charcuterie, and a happy afternoon was spent consuming it and much wine in a fancy apartment on the Right Bank (there was also eighty-year-old brandy on offer, and I still regret that at the time I hadn't developed a taste for the stuff so I didn't sample it).  When the weather cleared, more wine and food was engulfed outdoors at a jim-dandy restaurant.  A very good time was had by all.  Twelve hours of good time.  I've not experienced its like since. 

Which is mildly sad.