[Am I hallucinating again? Does that really say hot air balloon rides? Aliens may have abducted my blog yesterday, but I don’t think they abducted me and messed with my noggin. Maybe they erased my memory. Either way, yay for massive balloons and me inside of one.]
Next week brings Independence Day. This obviously brings with it celebrations, pyromania, and most importantly one much-needed day off of work. A certain conveniently placed party will be going down in my neighborhood. A neighbor of mine gushed about the annual fireworks show over the pond a few weeks ago in a Pilates class, and naturally, I have been impatiently waiting to enjoy the spectacle from my third story balcony ever since. I like it there. It is safe there. Just because I love fireworks doesn’t mean that I am not pathetically terrified that they are all defective and will somehow turn in to
heat Becca-seeking missiles as soon as they leave the cannon. There is a chilling childhood story that explains the origins of this fear, but it really isn’t chilling at all… at least not to anyone besides myself. I’ll keep that one in the vault for now.
Speaking of fear, I’ll get back to that balloon thing. Assuming that wasn’t an epic typo, this 4th of July is starting to look up (literally). I have never experienced a hot air balloon ride, but I do remember occasionally spotting them in flight around my neighborhood growing up. It was always like the day-time equivalent of witnessing a shooting star. Now, a few years ago you wouldn’t have seen me on a balloon ride if Ryan Gosling himself had made the thing, flew it, and promised to serve champagne and wear a parachute so that I could leach on to him in case of emergency. Wait, that actually sounds awesome, and I mean the emergency part.
Being that I am attempting to live life outside of the bubble these days and assuming I am too old for a pony ride, I think it is only mandatory that I get myself in that basket. This is not to say that it suddenly terrifies me any less, I am simply just getting better at ignoring my better judgement. It will be difficult to refrain from Googling hot air balloon crashes/deaths, but I must persevere. Jeez, when did I become such a worry wart? Mom, I am looking at you. Anyway, It would still be better if Ryan came. Just saying.
- Hot Air Ballooning – a bird’s eye view (gorentals.co.nz)
- NW Georgia Hot Air Balloon Festival (geekalabama.com)
- Hot Air Balloon Crashes Into Power Lines Moments After Passengers Get Engaged (cleveland.cbslocal.com)
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