Just before Thanksgiving, my dad had been offered the opportunity to repel down the side of the Hilton out at the beach. I thought it sounded pretty cool and I went out to take some pictures. When I got there, he was all rigged up and had already gone through his practice runs on the parking garage. he took the elevator up to the top of the building and I went to wait outside. I watched him come down and walked into the hotel with him so he could take off all his gear. While he was getting ready to go, the lady who was organizing the whole thing said that they were way ahead of schedule and asked if I wanted to fill one of the empty spots. I jumped at the chance, I was so excited.
Matt wasn't there to witness that, he was at home and got a call from my dad telling him his wife was about to jump off a 17 story building :-), but the next crazy thing I did was all his doing. Our 7th wedding anniversary is coming up this weekend, but I will be out of town, so we decided to celebrate early. He told me he had something planned, but wouldn't tell me what. We left the house at around 11:00 and I really had no clue where we were going. After driving for about 40 minutes, he asked me if I knew where we were going, I didn't, and then he looked over at me and said "you're about to jump out of a plane." I was shocked, thought about it for a minute, then got pretty excited. My parents have both been skydiving and I thought it would be cool to do, but I never dreamed that was what he had planned.
We got to the airport in Elberta, AL, checked in and started getting ready to go. Oh yeah, I do have to mention that I was a little nervous that he was sending me up to jump out of an airplane, but he was staying on the ground to "take pictures" :-). We had to watch the safety videos, sit through a short briefing of what was going to happen, and then we put on our jump suits and harnesses. Since I had never done it before, I was jumping tandem (attached to an instructor).