My So Called Life…

Time for a bit of a sit down.

(15:58 Local time)

Ooh-er… Just set off the security alarms in the airport shop. Hope this isn’t a sign of things to come for the old personal security check.

(16:58 Local time)

Got through all the checks OK, now to get on and go.

(15:19 Local time)

God my brother’s pissing me off right now. I Can’t believe I’m going to have to spend the next 15 hours couped up with him.

Other than that, everything is going pretty well. I’ve checked in, my luggage has made it through security and now I just need to wait until we board. England here I come.

(00:40 Local time)

A great night out on the strip, I wandered down past the Belagio to Cesar’s Palace and back up, stopping at the Harley Davidson bar for a beer and a quick snoop around the MGM Grand. Couldn’t find the place with the crazy ceiling, but it was pretty good. Tacky as hell, but pretty good.

Still need to find presents for everyone, couldn’t find anything suitable on the strip. Maybe there’ll be something at the airport later.

(18:51 Local time)

Ahhh, it’s nice when the traveling stops and you can just sit down and take in the view. And where better to relax than the Luxor.

(08:41 Local time)

Well Mr and Mrs Harrell seem very happy, and who can blame them. Congratulations you guys.

(14:53 Local time)

So we’re parked somewhere in the desert off interstate 215 and it’s baking hot. I’m not talking your average baking hot either. There’s heat haze coming off my arm. I don’t appear to be getting any resemblance to a tan, but then i’m not burned to a crisp either, so that’s OK.

(04:03 Local time)

What a night, I would mention the details, but the bride might see this, and that simply would not do. Sorry Marie.

Good night mostly though, apparently the hen night was kinda interesting to, just know, Bryan was a good boy. Lol.

(13:41 Local time)

OH…

MY…

GOD!!!

So there I was, strapped up and attached to some guys chest, the little plane is bouncing and jiggering round and I look at my altimeter as it flips over to 13,000 feet. “So what?” you may ask, “You were at 34,000 yesterday…” Well let me tell you something, yesterday they didn’t open the door and jump out the bloody thing!

The rush of the wind filled the hold as one after another everyone else jumps out, leaving Me, Marie, Bryan (her fiance) and Doug, the guy strapped to my back. We inch toward the door and looking down I can see the ground far, far below and we jump.

Gaaaa!

But then, once I’ve accepted the fact that the ground is hurtling toward me at 120 mph it’s kinda cool. No, scratch that, it’s fucking awesome!

I don’t normally swear on this site (or I try not to), but I have no words to describe how it felt. I’ll just bring back the DVD and maybe I’ll post some clips.