Word: ballooned
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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DUNSTER HOUSE DINING HALL. The Gold Rush, Starring Charlie Chaplin. The Golf Specialist, with W.C. Fields, March 2, 3, 8 and 10, $1. The Red Balloon, Brats, with Laurel and Hardy and cartoons, March...
Right away, Paul goes upstairs and drags down a big blue tank, like a balloon seller's tank of helium, and a bag of balloons. It's a tank of nitrous oxide. NO2, what dentists use, laughing gas. He offers me the first balloonful. I've never been to a dentist who used gas but it seems like fun, and he doesn't have to persuade me to take it. As I suck in the gas, cooler than the air in the living room. I feel giddy but not dizzy, and I laugh a little. It feels like the moment...
...SECOND LAW of thermodynamics says that, given a chance, everything will spread out and mix in with everything else, losing energy. We are sitting in the living room breathing in and out on balloons, listening to the new Grateful Dead album pouring out of two huge speakers I've living room is well furnished, in fact the whole house is very comfortable, and brightly lit. A photograph of the New Riders of the Purple Sage sits on a fancy easel to one side, and there are poster for Ann Arbor rock concerts on the walls. I think: It's strange...
Paul is sprawled back over his chair, rolling his head backwards and around, rolling it with his eyes closed, not drunkenly, enjoying the feeling of the music. Susan is puffing on a balloon. Her lips look a little blue. Maybe from the nitrous oxide. But I don't remember whether they were a little bluish anyway before Paul got the tank old and it might be my vision and not her lips. I really can tell...
...program, and Flip Wilson is standing at the front of the studio stage flipping the final wave as the theme music must be playing and the audience clapping, flipping the V. peace sign, and the show is over. We are still sitting sucking balloons like so many colored nipples of ambrosia. The album is still playing, and I'm still sorry those musicians wanted to play to videotape machines and cued audiences between commercials. But things are different now. I suck on my balloon, hard. It doesn't matter. I'm happy, sitting there. Things just change and there...