Just a perfect day drink sangria in the park. And later when it gets dark we go home.

[raisingarizonas]

Today I jumped out of an airplane flying two miles above the earth. Stu made me get on my knees as he attatched his harness to mine. The plane door was open and he stepped his behemoth foot out onto the wheel of the aircraft. I was signaled to follow. Side by side my foot looked like a popsicle stick compared to his. "Arch!" which meant to tuck my head back into his shoulder and off we were. For the first minute I fell to my death at the speed of 125 miles per hour. The air was almost too cold and too fast to breath. The chute opened and I could feel the strong resistnence of it that I would equate with the feeling of jumping into a swimming pool that suddenly slows your speed. "Were 6000 feet above the ground and your parachute is fully funcioning. How does that feel?" "Great!" I shouted, 'cause it really did feel great that my death plunge was haulted by that rainbow colored wedge parachute. Which by the way was, by my whitness, packed by a girl with down syndrome who had only packed 9 other parachutes before mine. I spun and I flipped and we swayed back and forth to my stomach's uneasiness. We landed gracefully on the target like a pair of conjoined swans. Sarah and Jeff on the other hand made a perfect landing but caught a gale of wind that dragged them through some bushes, scratching up poor Sarah's knuckles.

Tonight I gambled away $20 on nickel slots with old Mexican men and an assortment of other lost souls. Cherie lost a dollar. We both got really dressed up for our first casino outing and we turned the heads of the sweat pants wearing gamblers of the Casino Del Sol. We tucked ourselves away in the darker cheaper regions of the casino where the gamblers all had oxygen tanks and where the diet cokes were free.

"I recommend the height of a skydive and lowness of the casino to all those who have done only one or neither."