To start the giggles off, this first one requires a little background. My younger son, who came to visit me in Chicago is somewhat of an adrenaline junkie and has been wanting to go skydiving for quite some time. He has asked me repeatedly if I would go with him and I have always said yes, placing it squarely on the back burner for "sometime" in the future. With my computer sitting idle at 1 o'clock, he researched skydiving facilities in the greater Chicago area and after reminding me of this trip's purpose, "to wait no more", convinced me to take that afternoon's 4 o'clock availability.
My heart awoke from its slumber, downed a cup of deathwishcoffee (www.deathwishcoffee.com) in response, and readied itself for the day ahead.
After the hour and a half drive, we arrive at Chicagoland Skydiving Center, located on the corner of, Out in the Boonies and Skydive Lane.
After signing in, signing wavers, and signing release of liability, we watch an "instructional video" of how we just signed away our rights to sue. K, got that out of the way. Heart now decides to get on the treadmill.
We get suited up and with surprisingly very little instruction, head to the plane. I now start to pepper my tandem-lifeline "Mikey" with questions. Who would have guessed, I get the jokester of the bunch. Heart commences a sprint.
I'm offered a "free" glass of wine afterwards which I accept as I've heard a glass of red is good for the heart. I buy the dang T-shirt, watch the most glorious sunset and wait for NSR.
Check, got that one off the list.