Last night, which would be Friday I guess, I heard people talking about the hot air balloon event thing that was going on early the next morning. The balloon thing always seems to be a pretty big deal around here, and people get up at 4:30 in the morning and fly up in the air and say "yeeehaawww!" or other Wyoming words. I thought to myself, "hey, I'm feeling adventurous and crazy today, maybe I should get up at 4:30 in the morning and haul all my equipment out there and make a little short film about it for no reason at all." So when I told Spoon my crazy idea he thought he would join me and since he lives in Wyoming and says things like "I tell ya what" and "darlin" and "rockin' chairs, rockin' babies, rock-a-bye, rock of ages" (Well, I guess only Dolly Parton says that one) He jumped on the idea and met me out in the field thismorning.
Turns out, that if you go somewhere early enough, make friends, look too legit to quit with a fancy camera kit, you can get invited to ride in a balloon for no reason at all.
One of the best things about the whole experience was this, you see, we happened to fly directly over George and Janes and Chesters house, so I called Pops Mcgavin and told him to come outside really fast. He had no idea I was 300 feet above him.
This is that moment.
The White Ghost responds: So after the rude awakening I put on some pants and a shirt and went out side with my little camera and this is what I saw. I am sure that whatever balloon Matt was riding in had drifted out of the scene.