I can fly!

The bruises along the seams of my inner thigh are well worth it, oh yes, worth every sore inch. While other people's turns came and went, I was allowed to bounce and bounce and bounce and flip and bounce and flip... I learned that it takes a 140-pound cowboy dangling from my legs to give me the momentum to flip. I learned that if you pull on the bungee cords at the right times, you can slightly increase your jump height. I also learned that closing your eyes, letting your body go as limp as a ragdoll, and throwing back your head and arms makes you feel completely weightless.

When we arrived at the BBQ FunFest at the Agricenter, I wasn't quite sure what to expect. I certainly didn't expect to be sucking down yucca-juice as Charming Illy stood over me, to watch El Presidente sashay to "Elvira," to have WickedTribe generously try to maximize my shirt's low-cut neckline, or to be do-sa-do'd and flung into multiple people on multiple occasions. Once again proving that my coworkers are a riot. :)

I knew I'd have a blast once I got over the urge to run away from so many new people, and I'm even happier to know that Aaron had just as much fun.