Free Fallin

And I didn't even have to join the mile high club!

Wow. Just, completely, WOW. This weekend was definitely an adventure. It started off super early...but...I forgot about the time change, so we were an hour early. It wasn't a big deal, especially since there was a bit of a weather delay when we got there. We went through the prep stuff and expected to wait for a few minutes. An instructor (I'm not sure that's the correct term, but I can't think of a better one) came out and called my name, then kind of started yelling at me that I needed to hurry. Oh, you know, I'd only been waiting there for about an hour and a half so it's cool to now rush me. 
We went over to the hangar and the instructor started putting my harness on and told me I'd be his second jump (they would do one, run back and change chutes, and take the other) and that he'd explain everything when he got back down. He seemed like a huge ass-face. So I was just standing there, strapped into the harness, and Wolverine and his cousin Sparty were still over by the car. Oh, and I was getting ready to jump out of a mother-fucking plane! I was not feeling great about it. The rest of the people who were in my group started chatting with me, so I started to feel a bit better. One of the staff was going in my group to do a video with someone, and he was all excited about jumping. He was a total Bro, but it was also kind of cool to hear how stoked he was. We all watched the first group come down, then my guy came over and started securing the harness and explaining things a little more. 

We all got on the plane, the energy was high, I started to actually look forward to it. I was last out...I didn't even really have a problem standing at the opening of the plane. It was just so COOL. They explained that you don't feel like you're falling, it feels more like floating; I thought that sounded like bullshit. But it's true...it was just peaceful. Plummeting to the ground at 120 mph and it was peaceful hahaha! Really though. When the chute opened it was actually a little less comfortable because of the harness, but it was still peaceful...just floating down over everything. 
I had asked my guy if he did the spins that they'd shown us, so he did some of that with me. It was crazy, it felt like we were going so much faster. So we were just chatting and floating and he goes "have you ever been inside a cloud?" Okay, it's not really allowed to do that (and by "not really" I mean it's completely illegal), I think he only did because it was a light fluffy one. SO AMAZING! It was obviously a lot more humid, but it had a different consistency, almost like a soft feeling against my skin. I HUNG OUT IN A CLOUD. It's just incredible to me. We landed, everything went off without a hitch, and I can't freaking wait to see the pictures!!! 

Wolverine and Sparty were at the hangar when I came in, gearing up. They were really glad that I had a good time and couldn't wait to go up. At this point the staff decided to wait for a bit again because the weather was starting to look angry. We waited for a bit, then the head guy (I don't know if he owns or manages the place or what) told us it was going to be a while before they'd fly again and recommended a restaurant. We went for lunch at some place that seemed super dive-y, but the food was fantastic. Unfortunately, it started down-pouring while we were there. We ate and went back to hang out. And we waited, and waited, and waited. We chatted with some of the other people there, so it wasn't all bad. I talked with Bro while the guys were trying to figure out what to do...there's a lot more to skydiving than I realized. One thing I was right about is that the people who do that for a living are crazy! 

While I chatted with Bro, he said something about my escorts, asking if one was my boyfriend. Of course I said no, and he asked to keep in touch on Facebook. I then took his number so I could check on when Wolverine and Sparty might be able to jump. I sent a flirty text that night, and spent most of the next day chatting with Bro. Turns out, homeboy is 21. Twenty-freaking-one. But, of course, "age is just a number." I find that phrase ridiculous and amusing, because it's only used by young people. Ever. 
He wants to hang out, to teach me how to solo jump, to see my smile. Oh well, it's amusement for me. Maybe I'll get to do some free skydiving, and have some crazy experiences. Why not? YOLO and all that. (Another young person phrase).

Second City was so freaking amazing I can't handle it. I cried so hard that I laughed. Just...just so ridiculously funny. We had some drinks at the show and decided to go to a bar afterwards (of course). I don't even remember what we were talking about, but Wolverine said something about me not knowing what I want, in regards to dating or guys or something. I guess I had a pretty descriptive look on my face; Wolverine paused and said "Oh you do know...it's your ex." So...awesome. This weekend I was the girl that everybody hates; the sad girl crying in the bar. It went downhill from there. Yup, there we go...Soldier has pretty much turned my life upside down.  

Maybe there is some truth to the age-number thing. Who knows...everything that seemed to be so cut and dry and make sense is changing. And I've spent my day texting a 21 year old who makes a living jumping out of planes. This is a crazy-topsy-turvy world we live in.