If you’ve been looking on my Flickr account you’ve noticed I’ve been off frolicking among big jolly hot-air balloons somewhere. Last week I was visting my dad in Albuquerque, and one morning we attended the Balloon Fiesta, which I believe is Spanish for “Party of the Swellings.” And swell it was! We got up at dawn during the first Sunday of the festival to watch the mass ascension. Apparently you can go right up to the balloons as they’re inflating, and touch them, and pull on their ropes and stuff, and they will not collapse into Hindenburgish balls of flame. Who knew? (Oh, everyone there except me.) It was one of the most awesome things I have ever seen, and I don’t mean awesome the way I usually mean “awesome.” I mean I watched those things and my mind emptied out, and propane torches roared in the void, and whoa. For about two hours of whoa. There were also plenty of specially-shaped novelty balloons (bees, an elephant, a Darth Vader head, etc.) and I tried to think up freaky new novelty balloon shapes of my own (anvil, giant Vicodin tablet, Black Power fist, etc.), but I never got tired of seeing the regular old balloony balloons take off. It was just what I needed after the past couple of weeks at work, which were, hard, like weird back -of-the-eyes-headache hard. I’m cutting back on my hours in a couple weeks, but there are many things to finish first.
So I’m back, and I’m still trying to catch up on job and life and all this new stuff going on. Chris got a new job and it’s close enough to my workplace that we drive in together. I’m trying to work on all these new writing projects. The days have changed their shape and feel and color. I’m slowly getting hooked on Diet Coke again. I’m hanging in there, baby, like that damn cat in the 70s poster.
Oh, and speaking of Friday (which is really what we’re all hanging-in-there-baby for, isn’t it?), I’ll be reading at the Book Cellar with Stacey Ballis, Elizabeth Crane, Jen Lancaster, and Claire Zulkey. Come see us! You can get wine! Maybe we’ll even braid each other’s hair and prank call Witty Male Writers at their readings.Â BE THERE.
It looks like you were in NM the same weekend I was. It doesn’t look like you made it to the Trinity site though. http://www.wsmr.army.mil/pao/TrinitySite/trinst.htm
Those balloons were amazing. I liked the Darth Vader one.
One of these days I’ll get there. I love the Atomic museum, though I haven’t been there since they moved it off the Air Force base.
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Sure. I finally delurk and come out of the blog closet and the comments are broken. Just my luck.
I commented that I love going to the Balloon Festival in Stowe, VT every year. I have some amazing pictures of the balloons being blown up and flying over the mountains. I’d love to see the show in New Mexico. It is supposed to be the best.
BTW: We met in Boston at Borders Bookstore and I started reading blogs after buying your book and meeting you. Just wanted to thank you for getting me into the blog world.
I’ve been talking about you and thought I should let you know 🙂 You are such an inspiration!
That does look awesome 🙂
I should seriously move to Chicago just for the readings – go on my behalf, you lucky windy city denizens! x
Balloons? Wow. I had been excited enough about kites (http://www.lancasterguardian.co.uk/news-slideshows/Morecambe-Kite-Festival.3017525.jp) and there’s not even any gas in them