skydiving was sick… song #59——->

So my awesome fiancee surprised me a few months back with a pair of skydiving tickets! Pretty sweet.  Anyway I finally got a chance to take a weekend off church and come up to chicago for my buddy Michael’s wedding (congrats guys btw!)

So had a few days before the wedding so we decided to jump out of a plane…NBD.  So me, grace, and two of my best men tim and frank headed off for the cornfields of Illinois to the skydiving facilities.

Everyone seemed to express a sense of healthly nervousness/excitement about the whole ordeal.  But NOT ME!  I told them how bored I was of the thought of skydiving. “psshhh the only thing I’m afraid of is that its going to be boring”   (I had to exert my hyper-masculinity in front my ladyfriend)

fast forward….we are on a tiny plane 14,000 ft up (let me give you some reference, you know those fluffy clouds…we passed them 10,000 feet ago at 5,000 feet).  The side of the plane door opens, cold air rushes in and fills the plane.  I am AMPED!  Grace gets flung out first.  Then me…it was sick…or more like i got sick…

On the way up I told my tandem dude to go crazy, do spins, flips…whatever on the way down…he did…

I forgot that me and spinning don’t mix…example: A few years ago the teacups at Santa’s Village put me out of commission for the rest of the day…my VBS kids just starred at me as I laid on the ground moaning…

It was kinda like that except I was 6,000 feet in the sky and strapped to a huge dude named Paul.

Paul had about 5,000 jumps under his belt…out of those 5,000, only 7 people had thrown up on him…it took all my capacity to not be number 8.

Back on the ground, everyone was all smiles and high fives…except me…pale faced and sweating…

Joe Song: 0

Sky: 1  (by TKO)

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