For some reason, I didn’t really feel that scared about jumping out of a plane. Okay, I was a little scared, scared of freezing my buns off because the temperature was probably 30 degrees at 10,000 feet. Thankfully, my Mother-in-law shared her gloves and wind-resistant jacket with me. And her shoes. I wasn’t about to jump out of the plane in slip-ons [the only shoes I brought to AZ].
This video is a little hard for me to watch. It’s somehow incredibly embarassing to hear myself saying “OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH, OH MY GOSH!” a million times. My favorite part is when my tandem diver says “oh GROSS” in reaction of Chris and I swapping spit, then immediately follows it by a hang-loose sign and “SWEET!!”. What a weirdo. Also, for your listening pleasure we cropped and re-edited the video to new music. Ratatat seems more fitting for skydiving than raver music.
