The main reason I got an iPhone—aside from the fact that my previous RAZR phone had reception equal to that of a 1960’s short-wave radio (“Come-in Tokyo!”)—was so I could keep connected to the internet and my billions of fans no matter where I was or what I was doing.
So, on Monday, I decided to take it up in a hot air balloon. Normally, I don’t fly much, but when there are too many people for the mid-sized balloon but not really enough for the big balloon, the pilot likes to have some extra weight in the basket for maneuverability, so one of the crew guys will jump in.
Usually, it’s Roeland, because he’s training to get his pilots’ license and needs all the flight-time he can get. But, it was a nice day and I thought it might be fun to try twittering while I was up there.
Although most of my tweets were of the simple “Hello from 2,500 feet!” variety, I did get creative enough to take a self-portrait and upload it for all the world to see (or, at least all of my 8,000 Twitter followers). What I didn’t realize, though, was that the photo I uploaded didn’t really capture the essence of my charm like I thought it did when I viewed it on my iPhone in bright sunlight while not wearing glasses.
Nope. In this particular photo I looked like a liquor store panhandler.
Could you imagine?: You get into a hot air balloon to go for a ride and after you’re way above the ground—high enough so that if you jumped out and hit the ground it would look more like a Rorschach Test than a dead body—a stinky, unshaven, yet surprisingly handsome panhandler reaches out his hand and says, “gimmie a quarter!”
Trapped at 3,000 feet with a panhandler. That would suck.
Anyway, the photo in which I’m referring is NOT the one you see at the top of this page; although, it was taken within seconds of the other one which, believe-it-or-not, is much worse. If you really want to see it, I’m sure you can find it in my twitter feed somewhere.