Fear and other gifts from friends

In a fit of friendship, a friend sent me an email today. This email cured me of my ban on scary movies.  I have not watched a scary movie in 11 years.

What could scare me back to scary things?  The answer is trading the  fictional possibilities of death for real ones. The real one being bears, snakes, and falls to a slow death while alone in the wild with no means to get help.

No 911
No strangers to call out to
No cellphone service

Hopefully someone will find the body.

We're going camping (again) and we camp hardcore.

Adrenaline fills my stomache with dread.

Fear and other gifts from friends

In a fit of friendship, a friend sent me an email today. This email cured me of my ban on scary movies.  I have not watched a scary movie in 11 years.

What could scare me back to scary things?  The answer is trading tje  fictional possibilities of death for real ones. The real one being bears, snakes, and falls to a slow death while alone in the wild with no means to get help.

No 911
No strangers to call out to
No cellphone service

Hopefully someone will find the body.

We're going camping (again) and we camp hardcore.

Adrenaline fills my stomache with dread.

200 Miles

So me and martinis really mix well.  It is a mutual adoration, they love me to make them and I love to drink and share them.  In moderation, this was a good thing, good with olive on the side.

With a martini in my hand, I accepted an indecent proposal to join a fundraising team and complete the 200 mile Ride for Aids.  200!

This felt like a good idea.  It felt good until I woke up and started to realize the 200 miles.