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[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.

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Hot-air-balloon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

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Becca Cord is a twenty-something year old southern ballerina turned humor writer and video editor. Having lived in Louisiana her entire life, she is now perusing her travel dreams while starting her own free-lance Web Marketing business and organizing a nation wide blogging event, Blogger Interactive. She believes one of her callings is making people laugh, and she intends to do so. You can find Becca on her personal blog, Facebook page, or Twitter @becca25tofly.

Posted on June 28, 2012, in Adventures, Experiments, Festivals, Humor, Travel and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 10 Comments.

  1. Of course aliens didn’t abduct you! They certainly wouldn’t return you if they did; you’re too cute to throw back….

  2. My friend had one of those special days out birthday gifts, but the gift-buyer couldn’t afford anything but the most basic package. My friend got into a balloon basket tethered to two SUVs and lifted all of four feet off the ground. He wouldn’t have been able to stand up underneath it. I hope you find this ideal.

  3. Doooo iiiiiiit! Hot air ballooning is on my list of to-dos as well. :) And I’m so sad to miss 4th of July :(

    • If my friend and I can hustle our way through the line to ride (going to try my damnedest) I will be sure to post some photos :). Sorry you will have to miss the 4th. Maybe you should download a fireworks app and celebrate wherever you are that day. I’m sure there is an app for that. There is one for everything these days!

  4. So, one time a hot air ballon shaped like a sneaker landed in my backyard and I ran outside in my unicorn nightgown (I was 8) and demanded a ride. My family helped them get the thing back up and running and they took me for a spin. It was so much fun. Like…I was in a basket in the fucking sky, it was so cool.

    Do it (and imagine Ryan Gosling is there. I totally would).

    • Great, now I want to wear a unicorn nightgown when I go. Thanks a lot. I am never going to find one in my size. No, but seriously I am effing pumped! I bet you felt like the luckiest 8 year old ever. I called Ryan too and he was all “Hey girl, I’m down. Let’s take that magic basket ride”. So, basically it’s on.

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