Do you know what happens when you bring your own highly-talented rigger to a rope party and they go wild?
That’s what happens.
There were one-legged, futomomo suspensions (which incidentally hurt like a mother-fucker, but in a really, really good semenawa way):
Then there was prepping for a face-up suspension:
Which turned into an inversion:
And then I was swung across the area like a ball on a string…
And this time nobody had to see my hoohah (for which there were shouts of joy) and most of the time my face looked like this:
I even managed to suspend myself at one point during the night (with some careful supervision by my lovely rigger, of course)
And I was completely neurotic about letting the ankle rope go so I was just held by the front harness but I did and all was good:
It was awesome on so many levels and I’m still buzzy and smiley today.
I was even complimented on my ability to withstand the futomomo, which, considering your entire body weight is being supported by your leg, is very ouchie and a lot of people can’t cope with, but I still experience more pain on a typical leg day at the gym so it was no biggie. As an aspiring rope bunny though, those sort of compliments just make me squee!