The other night after Art Speaks, I tied my business cards to a few balloons and let them fly away. I hope they land somewhere, where someone will find it, and I hope whoever finds it calls or emails me.
As a kid, I’d get so sad when my balloon flew away. It’s way sadder watching it fly away than when it just pops, because you just stare at it for what feels like ages, as it drifts out of sight. It’s like dying a slow death versus quick and painless.
No matter, I think balloons are AWESOME. They’re fun and happy. Although, I don’t think that Disneyland should sell balloons for $7 a pop, or however much it is these days…that’s no fun. Churros are still cheaper than that…I hope.
When you think about it though, it’s a funny thing that kids really like carrying around balloons. I mean, it’s a piece of rubber filled with air. I remember gripping on to the string so tight, my hands would sweat—even if I had it tied around my wrist. It was almost like a contest with myself, to see how long I could keep my balloon with me. The fun of a balloon is like the equivalent of a cardboard box—both like to carry your imagination away to incredible places.
I just remembered, that whenever someone would buy me a really fancy balloon, my mom would hang it up on my bedroom wall after it deflated. It was like Ted Nugent is to deer heads, as Justine Chang is to balloons.
But seriously, if anyone finds those balloons, I want to know where you found them :)
BIG LOVE & BIG HUGS