Trapeze School!

2 loooong flights, 3 encounters with bitchy airline employees and a van ride later, I arrived in NYC!!! YAYAYA

I arrived at my old apt and visited with my old roommate, the one and only k.hel.

Celebrations/drinking commenced.

I was hoping to meet up with my friend Dayna, but when I called to make a date, she said she was a bit busy.

"I have this TRAPEZE thing ..."

I signed up immediately.

We went to the top of Pier 40 or something, and learned how to fly with the greatest of ease. With the hottest trainers ever.

I nearly cried every time I went to the platform, since, you know, I'm a wimp. You had to lean forward, over the platform, 23ft in the air, and reach for a bar. Which doesn't look or sound nearly as scary as it is. At first.

But then you jump, and you feel like you're 5, and it's amazing.

Until the next day when every muscle you haven't used since the last time you played on monkey bars goes totally sore, and you can't even run because all the pieces around your boobs hurt.

I stole some zoom shots of the hot instructors for your viewing pleasure. One of them is a personal trainer for Hugh Jackman, my fav Aussie. Yum.

Below are vids of some of my rounds on the bar. I would show you Dayna's, but she's better than me.

Cheers mates! Stay tuned.