A lot of my friends have been doing some adventurous and crazy things as of late. A couple of them climbed an active volcano. A few others visited the same strip club on consecutive nights (don’t ask how I know this). An entire group recently drove down to the Oregon @ Stanford game. Why that game? Nobody knows…
My point is they’re all taking it to the limit, and I’m not doing anything extraordinary aside from eating fruit, watching every season premiere imaginable and breaking personal blogging records. It’s pitiful.
Well that’s all about to change, because the other day something in the window of Powell’s caught my eye. It was like a really glossy concert poster, but with no date, time or venue. Perfect!!! I can figure all that stuff out on my own.
Extreme Ironing isn’t something you can just go out and do. You have to train and plan for it. It’s very technical and very dangerous, but very rewarding. So my first step is going to be to buy that calendar. Then I can at least set a date. And I already have an ironing board and TWO irons. I’m set. I’m ready. I’m off the chains!
