So, today we went to Freedom Weekend Aloft. That's a festival/race among hot air ballooners in Simpsonville. The lead balloon takes off (the "hare"), and places a giant X on a piece of tarp in a field some distance away. Then the other balloons (we counted at least sixteen) try to follow and drop numbered sand bags as close as they can to the target, and the time it took to get there counts too. We saw the hare take off and go one way, and then the other balloons ... well, at least they got airborne.
Mostly we watched dogs (and their owners) compete in a "throw the disc (frisbee) for distance and see if the dog catches it, or even cares" competition.
And while walking around, a child walked up to us and asked, "Do you know where my dad is?" So we took time handing him over to the police and they noticed the kid had a phone number written in LARGE numbers on his arm (it was the mom's cell #). He can't POSSIBLY have ever gotten lost before.
Well, on the festival side of things, we were leaving when I stopped to watch a sista and her child (both of color) jivin' in the middle of the street to some loud music. Then, surprising even myself, I asked to join in. So, yes, my booty was out there, groovin' and a shakin' in the middle of the street. (Single women from Greenville, SC take note) So between that incident and my horrible sunburn (two nights so far with gauze padding on one shoulder) and my physical therapy ... well, they say white men can't dance, but... my booty-shakin' is getting betta like butta.
Hide -n- go seek
In between Q & S is Arrr!
My pirate name is:
Captain Jack Kidd
Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. Even though you're not always the traditional swaggering gallant, your steadiness and planning make you a fine, reliable pirate. Arr!
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