Bravest Person Ever...Kind of not really

Well, turns out I suck at blogging. Fortunately, only three people have pointed this out to me, so I'm not too worried.

Anyways, let's get back to things I'm good at, like being awesome.

(can you tell I've been watching too much How I Met Your Mother recently?)

So in honour of a couple of my friends' birthdays, a bunch of us went to Queenstown for the night! It was a SUPER fun time!

But it also meant the time had come. I couldn't put it off anymore. This would be my last chance.

It was time to go bungy jumping.

And since Calleigh claimed her promise to come with me was invalid and everyone else had already gone or couldn't afford to go (pretty sure they were just too scared), I was own my own.

Knew I should have just gone last semester.

It's alright Calleigh, you were still one of many people that made my own birthday super awesome!

Can you tell I look terrified?

Anyways, it was time to man up. I booked my jump, couldn't eat anything the morning of, and made my way up to the gondola in Queenstown. My friends were nice enough to walk with me, but not nice enough to come up with me (jk, jk I really love ya girls!). The views from the gondola were pretty fantastic too, even though the weather wasn't the best. I tried focusing on that to calm me down, but it didn't do much really. 

So I some how managed to make myself get out of the gondola car, and find the bungy office to check in. I got there, the lady smiled, I nervously laughed and fidgeted like no other. Then they weighed me. Then they weighed me again. Then they wrote my weight on my hand. Then I accidently smeared the marker and they had to write it again so it was legible. And then they handed me my ticket and told me to walk on out to the platform. So I did. Which meant passing the viewing platform which was absolutely filled with people. I was tempted to say something along the lines of "Hope you enjoy watching me scream like I'm plummeting to my death!" but I thought that might be a bit melodramatic. 

And then I got to the platform. And handed the guy my ticket, and stepped over the last remaining rope. And there was no going back. 

"How you feeling right now?!" the guy said far too cheerfully as he held out my harness.

"Slightly terrified" I responded.

"Only slightly?! Well we'll have to fix that!"

Thanks guy. Thanks for those kind, reassuring words.

And then they were checking my weight again, tightening my harness, creepily offering to get my visa extended so I could come work with them, and asking me if I wanted to say anything witty and fun for the video before I jumped. 

I didn't. 

And then they were counting down and then I was running and then "HOLY **** WHY THE **** AM I DOING THIS?????????!!!!!!!!"

Too late. I was already in the air. So of course I started screaming. 

And before I knew it, but still far too long, the rope came to its end and I was bouncing back upwards. At which point I just started laughing. Half from relief, half from it actually being kind of fun after that initial fall. 

So they brought me up, and asked me how I liked it, and I said "I'll never do that again. But I'm glad I finally did it!" Seriously, so scary. My hands were still shaking a half an hour later. 

And that my friends, is the story of how I am the bravest person ever. Okay, okay. Not really. But I'm still pretty impressed I managed to make myself do that all on my own and the guys on the platform didn't even have to push me off. 

After that I went and found my friends in town, got a delicious ferg burger, which I ate in about 5 minutes flat (probs more impressive than bungy jumping, eh?), and then had a delightful nap. Then it was time to get ready and we all went out! 

Queenstown is quite possibly one of the best places to go out on a Friday night. So much fun! And Isabel and I met some adorable boys from Manitoba and had a great time dancing the night away!

Side-note: apparently most people don't know Manitoba is in Canada. 

Another side-note: I've finally just accepted I'm pretty much just Canadian. But seriously, I thought everyone knew Manitoba was a province in Canada. And Canadian's say eh, I say ya. Usually. But there is a distinct difference in my accent whether or not you can hear it!

So all in all, a great get-away to Queenstown, hoping I can go back there or to Wanaka before the end of the semester to get some skiing in!

Less than two months to go. So only one month until I commence constantly crying. Best get some more adventures and blogging in before then. We'll see if I actually get to the blogging part though...

Love y'all!