"it's a beautiful day for flying!" proclaimed the cheery voice on the answering machine recording at 4:58AM this morning.
Two hours later, the same voice announced that the weather was not turning and that there would be no propane supplied this morning. Meagerly caffeinated and disappointed, we snapped a photo to prove we tried and headed home to sleep all day.
on the upside, though, we learned some things! We came upon the secret meeting of the ballooners around 6am and learned about all of the winners and giveaways announced by that same voice again--the weirdly palin-esque soprano of the BALLOONMEISTER. (I kid you not)
AND OMG WE SAW WHY BALLOONS DON'T FLY IN BAD WEATHER LOOK AT THE GIANT CRASH AAAAAA!!
In other news, considering my furniture collection is confined to an air mattress and a suitcase, I spent an evening watching a bad movie (Starship Troopers) and cutting out rasterbations. Makes things feel a little less anonymous in this spartan room of mine.
Roomies and I have been delightfully lazy since waking up in the early afternoon. Three cheers to Sunday.
4 comments:
So the balloon fiesta deprived you of Dewey Cox and an awesome wine tasting party.
I'd hold some personal vendetta if I were you.
wow. i had not thought of it that way. curse you, balloonmeister!
a vendetta have I also. and supreme revenge against the balloonmeister next year we will take- by sneaking in when the weather is perfect and lazing around the stadium allll day enjoying the bliss of big, colorful, round things resembling flying fruits of Eden. this isn't just personal. it's biblical.
ummmmmmm i miss you. save up and come visit me. ok thanks love you bye.
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