Skydiving!

Tonight, we had a birthday party for my friend Randy Hemingway, and one of my other friends, Jason Wall, was talking about how much fun skydiving would be. I, as I am prone to do, played the mocking cynic to his ambitious, fun-loving adventure optimist. It was quite fun. The conversation went something along the lines of “It’s like flying.” “No, because when you are flying, you can control where you go.” “But you can.” “No, you’re flopping like a rag doll.” “No, seriously, you can control where you’re going!” “Yeah, you step out of the plane. That’s where the control ends.” “But you can!” “Mmhmm. And my controls keep my two feet firmly on the ground.”

Anyways, that’s my amusing tale for the evening since I can’t think of anything else to write about. Oh, yes. Random thought… I hang out with a lot of people older than me. Way older than me. When you look around the table and everybody sitting next to you is at least six years older, it’s a very interesting sensation.