Growing up, my family would always attend the annual “Balloons Over Bristol,” held at our local high school. I guess when your town has an amusement park, THE Carousel Museum, THE Clock and Watch Museum, and is the home of ESPN (and possibly a serial killer) you just aren’t allowed to have everything. So now our neighboring town’s local fire dept puts on an annual hot air balloon festival. All the money earned goes to the Plainville Fire Co. and their projects (like student scholarships). So, I guess I can allow them to have this one thing.
We’re keeping the amusement park.
Most people tell me when they think of Connecticut, they think of rich hedge fund managers playing golf. Well, you’re only thinking of Greenwich, the land of NYC hedge fund manager transplants.
The rest of Connecticut is basically if you took a city from Texas and put it in New England. At least that’s how it feels sometimes — like at this event, with country music blasting, everyone wearing cowboy boots and denim, and American flags dripping from every pick-up truck and mobility scooter.
Jokes aside the band was great. They stopped twenty seconds after they started playing to help search for a missing child. So if you see a little girl with a yellow minion shirt on, let them know.
The line for food was insane. When something is a charity event I try not to complain. Unlike the woman in front of me who cut in line and then complained loudly because clearly she’s the only person at this event and couldn’t understand how they ran out of trays.
I didn’t end up getting anything, but my cousin said the wait for fried dough was worth every bite. Unlike the woman in front of me who cut in line and then complained loudly about the price of food only to then hide hot dogs in her child’s stroller when at the registers.
I didn’t like this lady if you haven’t gotten the hint yet.
The balloon festival goes all weekend long. Balloons launch in the morning followed by food, crafts, and music all day.
For most this is the beginning of the end. The beginning of fall festivals and end to summer. To me this is the beginning of the greatest time of year. Filled with festivals, parades, peach picking, and pumpkins. PUMPKINS.
And now why you’re here. Enjoy some pictures of the balloons….