Did you feel it? On Saturday, did you know?
Did you know that the stars aligned?
For me, this meant that Handsome had the day off, did not have much to read, was awake before the day slipped into the PM, and was in love with me.
Of course, he's always in love with me, but it's still nice, nevertheless.
And, on top of all that goodness, there's one more thing: FWA. Which, if you don't know, is an acronym for Freedom Weekend Aloft. Which, if you don't know, means awesomesauce up in here.
That's right. It was a hot air balloon festival. And I didn't have to travel all the way to AZ for it to happen. (Although I do someday want to travel to AZ and make it happen...) It was fan-flippin-tastic. My face hurt from smiling so much.
|Clearly, Handsome's face did not hurt, as he didn't put in as much effort as I did.|
Also, don't you just love our recovered-from-the-bottom-of-the-lake sunglasses we're sporting?
I'm just impressed we haven't lost them.
When we first got there, we encountered some peeps running a 5K in the heat of the day. Not the best plan I had ever heard of, but they seemed to be enjoying themselves. We then proceeded to pay WAY too much for a gyro (which I pronounce as it is spelled. I hope that's not a problem for us), and finally settled on the hillside with everyone else, hoping that we were in the right place.
Once the magic started happening, it was unbelievable! I kept laughing and clapping, hugging Handsome (much to his consternation), and smiling! So amazing.
All in all, we probably saw about 30 balloons launch. It was incredible. So many different designs and wonderfulness.
After the balloons were done, our friends showed up. And I felt a little bad that they had missed out. But they didn't feel bad, so I tried not to rub it in. Even though they should have felt bad, because it was SO AWESOME.
|Aren't they lovely looking friends?|
They're bearing their tragedy quite well.
Guys, it's okay to cry.
Just let it out.
As I said, the stars were aligned. Which meant that, even after the great balloon show of 2012, there was an outdoor concert, laughter, free icecream cones, and a wonderful drive in a lid-less Jeep. Really, it was almost embarrassing, how the night was just laid out so perfectly for such a good memory.
Such a perfect night, right up until about midnight, when the stars un-aligned and I got pulled over for suspected drunk driving (even though I was sober as sober can be). This little snag netted me a laughing husband (he always says I'm a bad driver), a $155 ticket for expired registration, a later-than-anticipated bedtime, and a sour disposition. Basically, it was the Cinderella story all over again. Minus the fairy godmother.
I hate glass slippers,