Oh my God...... I jumped out of an aeroplane!!! I still haven't come down from my high. It was better than anything I've ever experienced, ever! I haven't stopped talking about it or looking at the pictures. This is what happened:
On the Friday night, Sean (Har Mar Superstar) came to Brentwood and in the evening, me, him, Sarah, Dave, Lauren and Rusty went to my brother's gig at The Horse and Groom pub. Our mate Paul owns the pub, it's a proper old-school Essex pub with two dartboards and a pool table. Being the darts geeks that we are (even going as far as to own our own darts - mine are pink and have pictures of men's willies on the flights), we spent the night dancing to the gig and playing darts at the same time. We played doubles all night, swopping teams for each game. None of us were drinking cos we had the skydive in the morning but we had a really good night and danced our socks off.
Everyone stayed at mine and Stephen came to mine when he finished work at 4am. We were back up again at 6am to drive to Cambridge. The drive itself was funny cos we were all crapping ourselves slightly and extremely tired. We were singing Jam songs the whole way there and Sean was dancing in the front seat, keeping us all amused.
When we got there, we had our training then were left to sit in the canteen until our names were called for the jump. We had decided to go in twos as we couldn't all fit in the plane together and we were also all having a video made of our jump (which meant another guy diving alongside us filming the whole thing) so Sean and I were up first. We got in the plane grinning like idiots and nervously laughing. The plane is quite small and they leave the door open the whole way up so you can see the ground getting further and further away. It's quite terrifying! Once we had reached the height of 12,000ft (above the clouds), people start jumping out. I was the third to go. My camera-man stepped out and, holding onto the side of the plane, edged round so that he was facing me (gripping onto the still-moving plane with one hand), ready to capture my exit on film. As I jumped out, my belly felt like it had come out of my throat and I had the biggest head-rush of adrenaline I've ever had in my life! The free-fall lasts about 45 seconds and it's simply undescribable. After that, the chute is opened and you float the last 5,000ft down gently, this bit takes about 5 minutes. Sean landed about a minute after me and we ran to each other, had a massive hug and fell to the ground in excitement. We were both screaming and out of breath. Next up were Stephen and Lauren. Dave and Sarah went last. It worked out nicely that we went up in twos cos it meant we all got to see each other land. We all agreed that it was the best thing we've ever done.
To sum up, it's the nuts. Nothing will ever compare again and I am going to spend the rest of my life looking for the next thrill or just something to excite me as mush as that did. Until I do the next skydive that is, anyway. Seriously, I don't think anything will ever beat throwing yourself from an aeroplane and hurtling towards the ground from two and a half miles up in the sky at 170mph. The money I paid for the dive all went to Refuge so they were happy too.
That night, we all went to Jordan's gig at The Ivory Rooms in Billericay. We all felt a little bit dazed and high still. None of us had regained our hearing either (from having our ears pop whilst hurtling towards the ground at 170mph). At midnight it turned into Lauren's birthday and we sang to her. We managed to get a little bit tipsy on just 2 vodkas (I think the skydive had affected us a bit) and Lauren and I harrassed everything that was male as we had decided we wanted a snog for the night. Unfortunately, we didn't have mush luck and ended up in the petrol station at 2am chatting up a guy called Vas, who worked there.
Sunday, we got up and it was Lauren's birthday. She went off to have lunch with her family and then we all met up again in the pub afterwards to start our pub crawl. Basically, we only managed three pubs in the crawl as it was raining and we were all very drunk early on. We did get Lauren up to sing Kareoke (she sang "I'm so Excited") in one pub though (which she did very well) and then Dave sax got up and sung Ricki Martin "She Bangs". Lauren and I did the backing dancing for him and used it as an excuse to grope him for 5 minutes. We sank a load of shots and ended up at my brother's gig at Sugar Hut, where me, Steve, Lauren, Michelle, Nicola plod (so-called cos she's a police woman), Dave sax, Tony trumpet, Pants, Rusty and Becky danced on the sofas for the whole night.
Lauren must have drunk about 14 vodkas by the time we got to Sugar Hut and earlier in the day Jordan had hit on the bright idea of getting a bottle of Tequila and a shot glass. Half way through the gig, he did the song "Tequila" and every time he did the little break-down and said the word "Tequila", Lauren had to down a shot of it. Of course, he did the make the song last fifteen minutes and did the breakdown ten times. Stevie was supervising the whole thing and had a fresh shot poured every thirty seconds. Lauren was hilarious. Because by this point she was already hammered; in between each shot, she forgot that she had just done one and didn't clock onto the fact that there was a method to the game. Each time Steve gave her a shot, she was like "Ooooh - a shot?! Wicked!" as if she hadn't had one yet. It was such a good night out though. We haven't done an all-day session like that for a year, we worked out today (In fact, the last time was when I was with Kenzie and it was Jordan's birthday. We did 12 pubs in one day. Lauren passed out in the second to last pub and I was sick 5 times on the way home with poor Kenz holding my hair. Nice).
Anyway, we all had a great night and by 1am Lauren was passed out and I was snogging Dave sax in the corner. He's the one that's the spitting image of Jake wotsisname from Brokeback Mountain. I've been obsessing about him ever since I watched the film. He's been a mate of ours for about 2 years and I've always thought he was cute but it wasn't til I saw the film that I openly told everyone I fancied him. Dave was worried about kissing me cos he thought Jord might get the hump (they've been mates for a long time) but Jord was surprisingly cool about it and even told Dave he "didn't mind". Nice one. The kiss was exactly what I needed (don't all girls need a little snog every now and then?!) No 1. Because he does look scarily like Jake and that is just fantastic, No 2. Because a little snog makes me go all tingly and feel happy (especially if it's with a fit bloke), No 3. Because I've fancied him for ages and No 4. Because he's the best kisser ever! Or certainly he's up there with the best of them. Loving my work.
At the end of the night, we had a performance and a half trying to get Lauren in bed. She was drunk to the point of being tearful and argumentative so we spent no less than two hours talking to her and trying to get her to cooperate with us (which meant either joining us in the lounge for drinks or going to bed). She refused both and chose to sit in a room on her own surrounded by all her presents (which she had arranged in neat piles). Therefore we took it in turns to look after her until she eventually passed out, having had a brilliant birthday and we all slipped off to bed one by one.
Today, me Lauren (who was feeling very rough) and Dave sax went to a pub near Dave's house and had lunch. After that we joined Tony trumpet, Jord, Stevie and Matt the photographer in a pub in Brentwood and had nice chats. We were in two minds as to what to do tonight. There is a special one-off Paul Weller gig in London (for 100 people only) that we were going to go to, there's the Johnny Cash film 'Walk the Line' that we all want to see and then there's the student night at Dukes nightclub in Chelmsford, all drinks £2 or something. Guess which we chose?! Yep, Dukes. I am about to eat my dinner, then I'm getting in the shower and getting ready for another night out. I would have liked to go to London to see Paul Weller and also to see Sean, who is doing a late gig in London too, but it's not up to me. The gang have decided on Dukes so Dukes it is. Not that I'm complaining.... it means I get to dance all night again and possibly snog a bloke (or rather Dave sax if he comes).
So, I'm off now. Hope you're all having a ball like I am. I am already planning my next skydive and I am grinning from ear to ear as I write this, cos I'm so happy. Life is so great right now. Everyone should do a skydive at least once in their life (unless you're like me and blatantly going to get addicted to it - it's all good. My addictions so far only extend to men, chocolate and tattoos!) and everyone should have a Jake Gyllenhall (or however you spell it) lookalike to snog (although you're not having my one!). Things could not be better. Tomorrow I am launching my naked PETA campaign in London to the press and then in the evening I am doing a P.A in Coventry.
Talk to you soon
xxxxx
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