Hot Air Balloons.

Remember the time we went to the gun bash and drank Budweiser out of beer-cooler-trailers and how Danielle won a camouflaged semi-automatic rifle and we got heckled by the locals for looking like "G-20 protesters" and "Latinos" and we saw a hot air balloon and more camo than you could shake a stick at and we ran around when it was over drinking out of half empty glasses and Danielle and Claire almost got us busted for trying to knock over the port-a-potty with the guy in it who hit on Danielle, degraded her, and who she threw her beer on and then we drove around recklessly, pissing in chain restaurants parking lots and when we got home we all marveled at how incredibly strange and magical the whole day was and then promptly all passed out, some of us naked, on the couch?

I do.