Okay, so I didn't have a date. The guy posing with me was one of 2 British gents that sky dove with us in our plane. He was pleasant and friendly, and I asked him to pose with me as a memorial of having done it with the Brits. (NO,. not like that!) His name was, wait, I'm looking it up... Andrew. To get pictures of me with the 2 friends I went with, you'll have to go on Facebook. They took them with their cameras, and I've yet to get them to my computer.
The guy flying through the air with me-Or, if you prefer, plummeting to the ground with me, was my "expert." His name is Josh and he was supportive and comfortable. Good thing, eh? It's called tandem and made for no worries for me. I didn't even have to open the shoot, although I did get to make it turn a couple of times, which was really fun! (My favorite word, girls- it had to get in here somewhere, eh?)
I cannot describe in words the absolute, hilarious thrill it was! I think I was screaming, and then yelling and laughing. I remember at one point, after the shoot had opened and we could actually hear each other, telling Josh, " Now I know why the birds do it!" When I landed I felt drunk with the euphoria of the experience. I was initially chagrined at myself afterwards for not having worshipped on the way down. I just kept emoting and laughing. I wanted to take it all in. Like a child with their face pasted to the airplane window, only there was no window!
The interesting thing to me, when viewing the video, was that, when I landed, what I said was, "It was HEAVENLY!"
The interesting thing to me, when viewing the video, was that, when I landed, what I said was, "It was HEAVENLY!"I wonder if I ever said, "Oh the Glory!" as I emoted? What do ya think, Josh?
