Trapeezee fo sheezy

Today started off uneventful. I slept in maybe twenty minute increments last night and it felt like during those twenty minutes the "sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses". Meaning I did not get a very good night's sleep. Yakking in the morning couldn't have suddenly made my morning a pleasant one, either. Besides Jess was freaking sprawled out on the bed in quite the horizontal manner. So we made a pimp breakfast....after youtubing shitty music videos from back in the day like s club 7....3lw....dream...tlc....others will remain unmentioned but one can safely assume they didn't involve profound meanings or even profound lyrics. After our pimp brekkies we did stereotypically girly things like eating fro-yo and getting our nails done. Gasp!

Way after that we went on the trapeze and flew, flew, FLEW with the greatest of ease. This was the highlight of my day considering I took the time to include a picture of it! Ok so I was kind of freaked out by the whole thing. Yeah, there's a net and it's practically impossible for anything really bad to happen, but still. You never know. Jess went first because I'm a wuss...I proudly videotaped her as she put the "race" in "graceful". Before I knew it it was my turn and some guy named Lock was tightening a rope around my stomach, giving my fat no option but to bulge out in all directions. Bleh. I climbed up the shaky ass ladder, said hi to Robin, the eyebrow pierced woman who would be in charge up there, and proceeded to mentally prepare. Without chalk, Robin advised me to grab the bar...despite the fact that I was positive I would fall if I did. Ehhh I didn't. A couple of seconds later I was mid-air having so muchh fun that I failed to realize I was actually being given instructions. Something about pulling my legs through the bar....and dangling upside down....but I had to do it at the right time....when the Irish guy said "go"? Eh I fucked up and he had to repeat himself...this would be a good example of a time when the expression "you snooze, you lose" DOES NOT apply. I genuinely preferred to be doing what I wanted on the trapeze and not listening to whats-his-face spew lame pointers. Eventually the badass in me caved and I did what Simon said.