Originally Posted by Laggie
Well, 11 doesn't mean anything to me, but 11:11 does. In 2006 at Burning Man we were camped next to the 11:11 camp. They announced to the world that it was 11:11, very loudly, twice a day. Now every time I see 11:11 on the clock I feel an urge to stand up, bang pots and pans, and shout "It's eleven eleven!!!!"
I know, I'm weird.
I was just going to post about how my dh's best friend told him and some...