my Thanksgiving weekend as it happened

[aruan]

Thursday: Woken by brother, then dragged bleary and half-awake to watch footage of him jumping out of perfectly good airplane last Sunday. Mutter interested syllables, then try to mean them when he starts dialing phone numbers to put me on the list for Saturday's group jump, on which my mother is already signed up. Then ate Thanksgiving dinner. Twice. Oy.

Friday: Slept in after going to bed around 11 (that's a.m.) and so avoided any Black Friday shenanigans besides Circuit City, where my mom saw fit to, in the spirit of the season, spring for the new Franz Ferdinand CD and the box set of Harry Potter DVDs. [heart] Then, something unprecedented - I had bad coffee at Starbucks. Suppose that's what I get for straying from the righteous path of The Gingerbread Latte, but still. Quite a shock to my world view. But an encore viewing of The Incredibles went far to assuage that wrong.

Saturday: Let me sum up:



Me (eyes are not closed, for the record) and jumpmaster!Mike plus photographer!Dan, about 13,500 feet in the air, tumbling toward the mottled greens of Central Florida at near-120 mph speed. Then there was the interminable wait at The Clock for our lunch about eight hours after we got out of bed - none of us having eaten breakfast of course - then passing out for about three hours on the living room sofa. Woke up to catch the end of Love Actually - did you know Alan Rickman's character is named Harry? *snerk* Also, the movie has my trifecta of Englishmen. *drools a little* Had yet more leftovers, this time with previously undiscovered pecan pie remnants, wrote something (*choirs of angels sing*), then read Harry/Snape fic until my eyes burned (and can I tell you how fast one's standards lower once one comes to favor a pairing), which took about nine hours, bringing us to...

Sunday: Got out of Dodge around 4:30 p.m. Got into Gainesville at 2 a.m. You do the horrifying math, then snicker at the Turnpike plaza restrooms being declared unisex, marvel at how walkingshadow and I lived to tell the harrowing tale of playing five games of Uno in traffic, praise the goodness of Godiva truffles and oh, hello, that's 43 degrees of winter just for us upon arrival.

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[gjstruthseeker.livejournal.com]

Definitely lucky, don't know so much about the brave. Mike had to remind me twice to keep my arms crossed in front of me until we were freefalling because I was grabbing onto various parts of the hull of the plane. There isn't much time to allow yourself to ponder or worry once they open that door, and until then, they keep you well within the belly of the plane and away from the windows.

*sigh* Alas, this is so. But my mom loved it so much, she promised we'll do it again when I come home for winter break. *g*