Have you ever done something you swore you would never do? Something you couldn't even imagine yourself doing? No matter how hard you tried? Ever? I have. And I'm putting more and more of those things on the list of dares accomplished.
I now sit up when we drive across the Mackinac Bridge.
I went to the top of what was formerly called the Sears Building in Chicago...the one with the acrylic floor that extends out from the side of the building that you walk out onto and you are "floating" over the streets of Chicago and if you dare look down the people are the size of ants. That one was hard. PH wouldn't even go inside the building but waited for me on the sidewalk. That platform was so high up you couldn't see it from the street. I told the worker in the gift shop that they should be selling clean under pants.
I ate a roasted brussels sprout.
And in London last weekend on Robert Burns Night I ate haggis. This one is almost on par with sitting up while driving over the Mackinac Bridge. No, I think this is a category of its own.
All of it. I ate all of it.
If you know what's IN haggis you probably wouldn't eat it, either. Sometimes it's better not to read the ingredients label. But we had just arrived, were checking into the hotel and they were advertising their Burns Night dinner special. And being in a sleep deprived travel weary jet lag fog I said, "I have to!" So PH made reservations for that evening, Brian walked over (his building is across the street from the hotel) and we had dinner. I ordered the four course Burns Night special and the second course was haggis. Each course had choices very Scottish but the second course was fixed. Haggis. It tasted like the end piece of a meatloaf. It was quite good, actually. Brian and PH just kept drinking their wine and beer and shaking their heads and enjoying the fact they were NOT eating haggis.
That list of Daring Things to Finally Do can now be wadded up and thrown away. I've reached the top.
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