I think of my life as a series of odd and unexpected adventures loosely tied together by the questions "I wonder if...?" and "Really, what is the worst that can happen?" (NOTE: I hear those questions in the voice of that Sesame Street voiceover that says "this episode brought to you by the letters O and P"). The answers to those questions have fairly recently included finding myself steering a Cessna over a small town in Colorado, dancing on stage with the Flaming Lips, partying in an outfit made entirely of hard candy in a temporary, recurring city in the deserts of Nevada, trying and failing to sweet talk my way into a Paris nightclub at 5am but instead ending up at a mid-morning dinner party with a bunch expat senior citizens, suffering a concussion at a particularly aggressive metal show and making some very unfortunate though incredibly enlightening decisions involving handsprings in gymnastics class.
Let's just say I've got some good stories. Maybe I'm lucky or maybe I just have an insanely shortly memory for all things unpleasant but I suffer the persistent sense that the stars are aligning on my behalf. Not that I'm complaining, I'd say if you have to suffer delusions, at least suffer good ones.