Work Boots and Pink Shorts

I hurt

Everywhere.

But that just means I had fun.

8 Tandems Saturday. Not bad considering how the day looked starting out. At
8 a.m. Moe and I were standing around in fog wondering how long it would be
before we jumped. That's when a large pack of half-dressed, hungover french
rednecks arrived carrying a cooler of beer. The one at the front of the pack
was wearing pink shorts, a pink patterned t-shirt that was a couple sizes
too small, his hair was dyed orange, camouflage paint and eyeliner on his
face, wearing work boots. I didn't know what the story was, I just knew I wanted to take the guy in the pink shorts. Just so I could say I did.

The first question they asked was "Were you
serious about us not being allowed to drink?"

Turns out this is an honourable and long standing French-Canadian version of
a bachelor party. Once I got over my fear they were a lot of fun. By the
time Moe had the first two trained the fog had started to burn off, I geared
up the Groom and Best Man, and away we went. So I found myself on a lovely
summer morning, strapped to a 230 pound roofer in pink shorts, falling from
the sky, the first of 8 that day. There are times I really do enjoy my job.

Gonna rain all day, so I've made a list of all the things I've been putting
off doing for the last couple of months. No rest for the wicked.
Larry