House of Fun

I went to Drinking Buddy and his wife’s house for a housewarming party tonight. I was having a great time drinking their awesome margaritas, eating from the fantastic spread of food (the dolmas were my favorite), enjoying the music that would occasionally remind me of the days of rollerskating or bowling as a kid, and having pleasant conversation with coworkers and neighbors.

And then it happened.

The party turned up to eleven.

We found the trampoline in the backyard.

It took me a few minutes of watching the others before I could convince myself to join. It looked like so much fun, but I am such a scaredy cat. I’ve only been on a trampoline once or twice before and was petrified.

I removed my boots and hopped through the wet grass. There was no going back.

The first few bounces scared the hell out of me when my feet left the security of the material. I squeaked. I squealed. I laughed so hard my abs hurt. I couldn’t stop laughing. I jumped harder. I bounced on my butt. I laughed more as I was bounced around by others bouncing.

They all tried to convince me to do a flip, but I was too scared. They showed me how. Flip from your knees. Flip standing up. Flip backwards. It was all too much for me, but I laughed like nothing mattered. I felt free.


One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Drinking Buddy on October 30, 2010 at 10:12 pm

    I don’t know what to say. Drunken Trampolining is not what I intended for the party, but it was unexpectedly awesome! Glad you had fun!


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