This last week I went skydiving for the first time.  Skydiving is where you purposely jump out of a perfectly good airplane with a piece of "rip-stop" nylon that uses "zero porosity", otherwise known as a parachute. A Norwegian friend of mine is having a Scandinavian docu-series filmed about her life here in glossy Hollywood so she asked me to do this segment with her because she said, “You, Aleeza are de craziest uf all uf my friends” so of course in this case I would have to say yes, live up to the expectation and jump out of that perfectly good airplane at 13,000 feet with a guy who looked like one of the original cast members of Point Break strapped to my back. No problem.

I drove to her house at the butt-crack of dawn, met by her and a small crew…we drove two hours to a little town called Taft, California. It dawned on me as we were suiting up into our flattering military garb that I was going to kick off one of the things on my bucket list. The definition of the term “bucket list” is beyond the actual literal meaning but there is rather a definition behind each thing you get to cross off. Something that you give to the experience and what the experience gives back to you. Then there will be another story to tell…because even though shrinks say you’re not supposed to live in “a story” (I come from a broken home, so therefore I am broken…etc), it is fun to have good memories of things you did with conviction, thought and used fear as a tool in. and when you get to the pearly gates you can one up the guys you’re hanging out with.

What does it mean to you? How will you feel after you do it? While you are doing it. I’ve never thought to even ever have an actual list of these things, I mean, I’m 28-years-old and I haven’t yet quite fathomed the closeness of my expiration. But that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t think about it.

The moment I tumbled out of that plane seriously all I could think about was, “F#@%, my face is cold, I wonder what my face looks like, thank god the camera is on her, this is effing crazy, I’m free falling like that one Tom Petty song that reminds me of when I was little girl growing up in the Valley, I loved being a little girl, that was fun. F#@% my face is cold!

…but as soon as my Point Break doppelganger released the parachute it was like being in heaven, floating in the open sky with the mountains around, nothing else to think about except for how beautiful this world is right now at this very moment…no taxes, no rent, no bills…

Just plain beauty, like a free bird.

Other things on my bucket list would include renting an RV and traveling across the USA with my best friends and a video camera. I once worked with an East Indian actor who told me that sometime it’s a pity to take so many pictures because then you spend so much time trying to get the right shot to remember the moment that you lose the actual essence of the moment, while you’re in it. This is true, so god invented video cameras you can just hoist somewhere or hire someone else to hold while you do things you want to remember…The Kardashians do it, ridiculously obnoxious housewives from Jersey do it and ex-playmates married to football players do it. It’s the age of technology, this is what people do, and if they are not doing it, they are either watching it or talking about it.

I went to a fashion show yesterday and in my swag bag I got a mouse pad…I mean…really? I don’t even know what to do with a mouse pad, anymore. Does anyone? Maybe that will be next months column, 101 things you can do with a mouse pad. Maybe I’ll add it onto my bucket list and hire someone to follow me with a camera while I try to figure it out.