I have a ton of ridiculous ideas. Really, all the time. I'm famous for them. The thing is, I can usually get at least one person to buy into it. Like, for instance a while back I talked my friend Rachel into flying across the country with me to San Francisco for two yoga classes and she doesn't even do yoga. She came though. We did have a blast, but she actually only did the class on day one, on day two she rode with me there in the cab from our hotel and then bagged out. It was fine though. I didn't have to go to California alone. I would of, but I didn't have to.Or another time I decided it would be really fun to do a flying trapeze class. It's up in NYC. So, the obvious person to do this would be my brother. I did also drag him to a yoga class (I seem to have a tendency to that to people) which he left early out of, but he did go to the trapeze class with me. The funny thing about that is that I am afraid of heights. For real. My heart starts to pound. My head starts to spin. I can't help it. At that trapeze class I was climbing up the rickety ladder thinking, "What the f$#k is wrong with me?" Seriously. Why is this necessary. I don't know. I did it though. My brother was the star of the class. I was proud of him. Show off. :)
So, there are a slew of other acts of brilliance on my part. Traveling 32 hours to basically hang out by a pool everyday. Time well spent, every second of it. And I talked Lisa into that one. Spend a week in Mexico with no electricity, for some mediocre yoga and zero tan no matter how much my Greek friend and I lied out. It was a riddle. I did read a really good book and lived with a huge lizard in our casita, and learn how to jump through with out touching the ground from a Russian guy named Ruslan, so it wasn't a complete wash. The list goes on and on. Like I said though, I can be persuasive. I can always find a taker.
So, my latest idea, it's actually one that I have been thinking about fo-eva. Is sky diving. Now, it seems odd, seeing as yes, I am afraid of heights. I kind of get motion sickness in the movie theater when they show that moving filmstrip before the movie even starts but for some reason throwing myself out of a plane seems like a fun idea. I have no interest in bungee jumping or cliff diving and I had a really bad experience para sailing one time in much t windy conditions, but yes, thousand of feet above the earth falling to possible death seems intriguing. I don't know if it's because I dream about flying so much. I do. I love that. Maybe. For years though, maybe since Point Break (which I did watch Sunday too, but I forgot til just now) it seemed like a cool idea. That and that other movie with Gary Busey (remember that guy?), I can't think of the name of that movie but it was all about sky diving (partnered with some really crappy acting) and it seemed so cool. Now that I think about it, did they sky dive in Point Break? Or only surf? Was it Gary Busey that made me think of it in the first place? And how often is really healthy to think of Gary Busey? Regardless, I want to jump out of a plane, Now! Of course Marc is humoring me. He wants to too. He actually went to go do it once and went through the training and then the weather turned and he never got back there. So he's all for it. He's not afraid of anything. Except me, at certain times of the month, right baby? So, should I do it? Seriously, I don't think it could be me and the random helper jumper guy that goes with me time's up. Seriously I think it has to be both our days for anything life threatening to happen, right? I need to call my tarot card reader. She told me I would NEVER die in a plane, she didn't say anything about if I were to willingly fling myself out of it. But how cool right? And maybe it would cure that pesky fear of heights I have. Or not.