the balloons that weren’t…………………

A nearby town has been advertising a “Balloon Festival” for going on two months and this weekend was the opening……….George and I were actually excited to see the hot air balloons going up, the sunset “glow” and all the crafts at the festival..maybe get a little barbeque, drink a nice glass of wine and watch big colorful balloons float serenely away…………. W e checked and rechecked the opening times….and George arranged to wake up very early to go watch them take off…………

We went over to Angela and Garry’s to travel up to the airport together………………the whole time we’re riding along I am scanning the skies and the others are all gabbing about how balloons are cool, pretty or whatever……………….we get up to the airport and park on a side street (good old airport won’t let us park in their bazillion open parking spaces as we are not “members” nor are we bazillionaires! 

So we schlepped for a million miles to the festival gates………..well maybe 1/2 mile…………..and discovered that there was a $15.00 per person fee to just walk past the fence! 15 BUCKS? Seriously?  I’ve been to the balloon festival in Santa Fe and there was no entrance fee! There were millions of balloons in New Mexico and we couldn’t see a single one here……………………

There was a band playing really loud and half-well….and we could see tables set up with dreck to buy…….you know, festival dreck…………balsawood “airplanes”, plastic toys, tee-shirts, etc…and there were two tables set up with food………

.looked just like a community “banquet”….overcooked chicken, dried out rice, slices of roast beef covered in a glutinous brown gravy…..nothing Humans would want to eat……………….but where were the balloons?

We asked a security guard (probably to keep the middle classes out of this exclusive festival) about the balloons and he said “I don’t know if they are going up at all because of the high winds”………well, we just sort of looked at him for a minute………..what winds?  It was a clear STILL afternoon.  Only winds were from airplanes taking off or the helicopter rides.  Since none of us are bazillionaires we decided 15 bucks per person was outrageous and we could spend that money in a much more responsible way than on a balloon-fest without balloons……………….

So back to the van and off we went. Stopped to get a picture of a bluebonnet as they were all over the place and I had never taken one……….cool, huh?

We were almost back to Angela and Gary’s when we noticed a redneck Christmas tree in someone’s yard.  Now they aren’t unusual down here but it was odd to see one in April.  For those that don’t know, an RCT (redneck Christmas tree…..LOL) is a dead tree with colored bottles stuck all over it for decoration………………..like this!

Anyway, at the end of this great adventure I took poor George back home so he could get some sleep.  Poor guy has to work nights and here we were mucking up his sleep schedule with a non-festival festival…………………. Guess we’re just going to have to wait on any real festivals till we get to Oklahoma……………………..sigh

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