So...
last weekend my sister had a surprise party for her husband for his 30th birthday. They had a big crab boil down in the Outer Banks, where his grandfather lives. I guess the surprise was blown too early, but it still sounds like it was a good time. And one of the things they did was to all go hanggliding at Kitty Hawk.

As you may or may not (probably not) remember, we were supposed to go hanggliding last year, but I didn't have time, and there wasn't enough wind anyway. I was relieved, because while I thought it might be fun and cool, I was also kind of scared.

Well, I guess I shouldn't have been scared. Dad sat it out due to his broken ribs (ouch), and took some videos.
The first one is sis's husband (i think), and looks like a typical run. The second one (I think) is some random kid that he filmed, because he got 'so high'.

hahahah, and to think I was scared!

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And my date for graduation ended up working out last night. Ended up having a very nice night. Thank you, date. :)

oh yeah, and another thing...
So last night at graduation, one guy was talking about juggling multiple girlfriends. And someone asked what the hardest part is, and he said one of the toughest parts is keeping the names straight. when asked how to deal with it, he said it's easy, just call everyone baby.

Now for me, I've always kinda liked it when a guy calls me baby... I sort of thought it was a sign of affection that he's giving me a 'nickname'. But now I'm going to be all nervous, and every time I get called baby I'm going to assume it's b/c he has 10 girlfriends and can't remember my name. Grrrr.