Bloon Festival in Meadville

Last night was the first night of the 21st annual Thurston Classic in
Meadville PA. We made our way out there with the boys. It was nice to
sit and relax and take in a truely unique sight without having to drop
a wad of cash. The boys were given a preemptive instruction to not beg
for food/candy, and pleasantly enough they stuck with it, for the most
part.
We were probably 125 yards away from where the balloons sat while we
watched them inflate and subsequently glow when the sun dipped below
the tree line. It's an awesome feeling to see something so big that
they dwarf the pilots sitting in the baskets below, but being that
there were 9 of them, it fooled the brain into thinking that they
weren't so large. It reminded me of those fever dreams you get when
you're young and the half dreamlike halucinations that make you seem
like you are infinitely large yet at the same time infinitesimally
small. In my halucinations I was usualy chased by a giant orb too.
Possibly the source of my facination with a certain pair of female
anatomical feature? More than likely. It's all starting to make sense
now...

Anyway, thank God for cheap, easy, and fun family activities.