The only thing I was sucking on that day, Chuck, was a straw and one "healthy" marguerita. ;)
If you look closely, you'll see me (after the "....and another" shot) where my eyes are almost crossed from the brutality of that drink. It was full on hardcore. Almost pure Tequila. Still, my wife finished it for me, as I had to have my wits about me for the skydive. By the time we jumped, I was completely sober, and thank God for that. :)
The Flying Turns makes all the right people wet - Gonch
So maybe I'll have to celebrate my 60th birthday by jumping out of a friggin' plane since I've already passed the 40th and 50th. Yeah...me...afraid of heights and still squeamish on drop rides. I figure it will take me 7.5 years to work up the courage.