As I sit here at the Byron, California airport, the wind blowing past me, I think about how I can make it through this blog post without resorting to swear words again. Not that I’m against swearing; I just think I pretty much did that to death with my last Skydiving Report.
Yesterday, I went to the going away party of an avid skydiver who suggested I come to this place and jumped in her pool with my cell phone in my pocket. While my old, dripping phone sat in a bath of dry rice, I ran out to the Verizon store to get a new phone. The young woman who helped me (after I got passed off by a man who seemed unhappy about my going with one of the cheaper phone options) begged me to get an accessory kit. I didn’t want one, but she kept pushing it, insisting I could return it the next day. Eventually, she admitted that, if she didn’t get her sales figures up, she was going to be forced to go to a training workshop in the early morning. What can I say? I’m a sucker for damsels in distress. Well, she also came down in price from $120 to $20.
|I ended up with, shall I say, a few things I didn't need.|
It would have been a good day to jump. The news about New York legalizing gay marriage has me stoked. It’s a month and a half since I took the class. The kids aren’t here, so I can afford to wait a while until the winds calm. And tomorrow I have family over, making it harder to come out. I guess I want to believe it really is going to happen after all this waiting. I really need this to happen soon or I’m going to just give up.
|Oh, come on. I would have gone in that!|
|See, this is as skimpy as the outfits get.|
|And this is about as clothed as a skydiver gets.|
|"Can you help unzip me? I'm SO HOT."|