Life is all about taking your bucket list by the balls, grabbing ahold firmly and squeezing gently.
I spent my 30th birthday falling from 10,000 feet at 120 miles per hour from an airplane covered in duct tape and rust and it felt AMAZING.
Thanks to my new best friends at Skydive Coastal California who tried to kill me on take-off (never let the pilot know you're more scared of flying than jumping out the plane, pro tip) I am now fiening to go back and do it again. And again. And again. And maybe 300 times more.
The guy who looks all of 14 years old with his arms crossed in the background? That would be the pilot. He would also be the one who gave me a big smile and said "Oh really?" when I said I was scared to fly in that airplane outside of the hangar. Have your audio up nice and loud when you watch the video. I *might* call the pilot a... not nice word... when he takes off at a 45 degree angle.
And now? The moment ya'll have been waiting for... (Again, audio has never been so important, especially as soon as the parachute opens. Poor Dan. He was expecting a lady, he got me.)
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But we weren't the only ones jumping from the aeroplane... my sister went for her second jump in as many months (it's addicting, yo')...
The only question now is... WHEN DO WE GO AGAIN?!
Much love to Emmie for taking the still shots for me on the ground... And of course to the awesome guys at Skydive Coastal California for a) not killing me, b) having a sense of humor and c) having the most kick ass job on the planet. I'm sending my resume.