Mid-air adventures

During my long walks along the lake, I've often passed an outdoor trapeze school. Each time I passed it, my horror levels dropped a little until I finally started to consider taking a lesson. Then Groupon sealed the deal.

Yesterday was the big day. To slightly misquote Dickens, it was the worst of times:

It was the best of times:

Bruised and tattered but triumphant I am now going to don a sleeveless dress and head to a wedding. When else will I get to tell people I had an incident with the net while trying to perform a catch on trapeze?

Exactly.