Last week, my best friend and her husband came to visit. I've known B for over 20 years, since we first met doing awkward pirouettes in dance class (okay, I was the awkward one, B was graceful even back then). She and her husband were eager to see some Shanghai sights from up above so we headed to the ever popular observation decks at the Shanghai World Financial Center.
When the SWFC (affectionately known as the bottle opener) was built in 2007, it was the second tallest building in the world and the tallest in Mainland China.
We opted for passes which allowed us to visit floors 94, 97, and 100, because if you are going to spend money to scare yourself senseless, you might as well go all out.
This is the nervous smile of someone who wants their husband to just snap the darn photo already. Why? Because not only was I over 1500 feet high (457 meters), but there also happened to be glass under my feet. I've broken a few too many windows in my life to really trust the durability of a glass floor under the weight of this food loving gal.
So I mostly stayed on silver beams instead.
But my husband clearly had no problem with his future obituary reading, "Matthew tragically passed away after falling 100 floors to his death when the glass floor he was standing on collapsed".