the tragical and comical episodes of (yet) another american in paris.
Bowling !! err, no.I got married. Marriage, fearsome land that nobody ever escaped unharmed.That reminds me nothing *really* adventurous happened to me during the past year, except maybe, being tailgated by a some honker freak in a truck on the Pacific 1 between San Francisco and Big sur where the road is winding and the ditch leads to a huge dive.
Whoa....we can leave comments now...nice :)Adventuresome means so many different things to me. Going to London on a whim with no money and no place to stay just because we can (wink wink). Doing something crazy like moving to France to live with this guy who I had only known for two weeks. Whitewater canoeing through class 5 rapids worried that any moment you just might shit yourself.:) :) :) :) :)
Hummm! Skydiving? Maybe. Ice Diving? Maybe. Flying into some abandoned grass air strip at dusk? Maybe. Doing a little wall climbing or cavern exploring? Maybe. Extra HALO jump this August:)? Maybe. Gee- I don't know- can't seem to think of somehting unusual to do? I know, actually get a paying job for more than two months this year:) Did you guess who this is yet? PS: Updated Blog - Wow! (about time slacker:)
I guess my answer is probably the same as David's, alas. How wimpy am I?
Yeah, I guess some people would say moving to a new country where I barely know the language is pretty adventuresome.
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