You remember there have been times I have tried to get to the balloon glow.
I heard about it Friday at 4:45, I gave up at 5:30, Gary insisted we push on, and we left at 6:00. I even pouted and threw my hands up in despair several times, but Gary kept the faith.
They didn't block any other park entrances, and we parked one mile away. We didn't even try to drive into the park this time. And, astonishing: we actually got to see the balloon glow this year.
Most people came in, saw the special roped-off VIP area, and decided this was as close as they could get. But if you didn't mind snaking through the mob scene, you could get right in the midst.
I blame the giant Energizer bunny for what happened next.
Here, we have the Energizer Bunny balloon: essentially a giant illuminated fertility symbol that keeps "going and going."
Evidently my uterus looked at that and thought, "I could glow bright pink and keep going and going." This brought on the resurrection of my Aunt Flo, whom I thought was dead, but it seems she was just biding her time and collecting ammunition. Today, when the doctor's office tried to draw blood and it just trickled out, I proposed that I do have a pretty significant leak that's probably lowering my overall blood volume.
I know, I should go to the doctor. First, though, I'm going to give it a week to run out of juice.