We didn't end up at Chuys, but instead went to Freebirds because he'd never eaten there before then on to Main Event. The guy who was supposed to be running the floor and fitting people in their harnesses seemed less than enthusiastic about his job, but I didn't let that get to me.
Billy said he'd never made it to the top either but he doesn't have a fear of heights, but he was really awesome encouraging me up a little more each time. He took the harder wall with the black knobs and he'd go up as high as I went and then fall back down whenever I did and finally we did a little bit more each time and made it to the top.
When I was struggling with trusting the rope, I made myself remember the glass floor and how I learned to trust my brain which told me it was safe despite what my heart said and I also remembered the description my friend Josh gave me of the electrical work he does hanging from a harness with no big soft pad beneath him. Those two things gave me the strength to put both my hands on the rope and lean back away from the wall.
I wish they gave first time bell ringers little souvenirs or ribbons.
