Sunday can be summed up in the text I sent to Jason on Monday:
"Thanks for being my friend even when I'm freaking out about a rappel or throwing up or yelling at you about The Secret." (This was preceded by the Pinterest quote below.)
We packed a cooler and headed to a beautiful 180 foot waterfall, which we rappelled. Jason went first, and I proceeded to freak out at the top. (It's scary to be last one down! There's no one there to check and make sure you're clipped in correctly! I'd much rather be first!) But I imagined Kristin saying, "Suck it up, Buttercup," and then I saw a dad and his two sons hiking up to the waterfall and thought, "I can't wimp out now," so I lowered myself over the edge and sang "Let It Go," pausing occasionally to curse when my hair kept getting stuck in my rappel device. I'm sure I put on quite a show. I have a feeling I'm one of the only people who can still manage to look like a total nerd while doing something badass.
Our next stop was the Flintstones Living Room, an amazing spot where people built furniture out of the boulders on top of a mountain. We hung out and had a few drinks and enjoyed the view. Jason drove home, and it was during this time that I ranted to him about the Secret and how that's the solution to his problems, then made him pull over so I could throw up. I only had two drinks; I was car sick more than anything else. But bourbon makes me slightly rant-y, so that didn't help my case when I claimed that I wasn't that drunk.
All in all, a fun day with a fun friend.
"Thanks for being my friend even when I'm freaking out about a rappel or throwing up or yelling at you about The Secret." (This was preceded by the Pinterest quote below.)
We packed a cooler and headed to a beautiful 180 foot waterfall, which we rappelled. Jason went first, and I proceeded to freak out at the top. (It's scary to be last one down! There's no one there to check and make sure you're clipped in correctly! I'd much rather be first!) But I imagined Kristin saying, "Suck it up, Buttercup," and then I saw a dad and his two sons hiking up to the waterfall and thought, "I can't wimp out now," so I lowered myself over the edge and sang "Let It Go," pausing occasionally to curse when my hair kept getting stuck in my rappel device. I'm sure I put on quite a show. I have a feeling I'm one of the only people who can still manage to look like a total nerd while doing something badass.
Our next stop was the Flintstones Living Room, an amazing spot where people built furniture out of the boulders on top of a mountain. We hung out and had a few drinks and enjoyed the view. Jason drove home, and it was during this time that I ranted to him about the Secret and how that's the solution to his problems, then made him pull over so I could throw up. I only had two drinks; I was car sick more than anything else. But bourbon makes me slightly rant-y, so that didn't help my case when I claimed that I wasn't that drunk.
All in all, a fun day with a fun friend.
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