The other weekend my extremely brave friend Brian and I decided to go jump out of a plane. We lived, so that was pretty neat. Apparently there is a one in 100,000 chance you won't, which to be honest, is not safe enough odds for my taste. (I nearly backed out about 30 times the eve of.) We did it anyway, and I'm so glad we did. Flight is a pretty amazing feeling... Once in a lifetime, you might say—for me at least, as I'm pretty happy saving the remainder of my nine lives for ground activities and emergencies. As you can see from my horse teeth in all the pictures, I quite enjoyed myself. It's been a pretty good streak of weekend adventures lately.