A few weeks before Christmas, my friend’s boyfriend contacted me with a proposition. He wanted to get his girlfriend, Annie something special for Christmas. His idea of the ideal Christmas gift was paying for my other friend Christen and I to jump out of a perfectly good airplane with her.
At first we were like
And then we remembered who Annie was and we were like:
But then Christen remembered she was terrified of heights.
However, skydiving seemed like the best and only option. So that left me to be the sole partner in jumping.
Thus we made a plan and executed it the next day:
We managed to stay in Saturday night because jumping out of a plane hungover has me like
Sunday morning we nervously drove her out to Pearland. Trying to keep it cool.
Pulling off the highway we were like PLOT TWIST. Skydiving.
At first she was like
But then she was like
Having successfully pulled off the surprise we were all
As we were walking to the plane we were all whatever, see ya.
But then we were about to jump we were like
But then it was the point of no return and when it came for the moment to jump we were just like
Free falling had me like
When we landed, giant rush of adrenaline had us like
And then we ran into Annise Parker…like the effing MAYOR OF HOUSTON. She had casually jumped out of a plane earlier….#badass
But actually proof bc #picsoritdidnthappen
All I know is if jumping out of a plane for someone isn’t #friendship, I don’t know what is.
Merry Christmas Annie. You’re welcome David.
In case you were wondering, we went to SkyDive Spaceland and had a blast and a half.