True story. Me and a few friends spent an evening tripping in England. A Russell, a Rupert, a Claire, a Suzanne, a Wendy, an Ian and me. Russell had a nice houseboat on the Thames. We stayed up all night drinking and partying. As dawn came along, we all decided it was a beautiful day to go off across the countryside and watch the sunrise. Off we went.
Not long after, we heard Ian yell "Bouncy Castle! Bouncy Castle!" and he proceeded to run through a hedge. We ran after. We were in time to see him leap into someone's partially inflated hot air balloon. Man were they pissed. Ian was rolling around on the fabric and flapping his arms. A man said "What is wrong with him?" etc. Russell managed to calm the situation and get Ian out of the balloon. This was a pretty posh group. One of the chicks was smiling at me because she determined I was American as I was chatting her up. I don't think she gave a fuck about the balloon. It was her father's. She was trying not to laugh and not doing very well at it. We took Ian and got him away from civilization for awhile. I still remember how we waved at each other as we disappeared back through the gate. I think she wanted to go with us.
Our Claire was funny. She had such a super posh accent. We called her "Air hair Claire" because of the way she would say "hello". Which came out as "Air Hair Lair".
I enjoyed my time in England. I'll head back at some point. Have a little visit with the old mates and reminisce.