“He was a hot air balloonist who had run low on gas and I, well, I was there to catch his fall from heaven. We spent one blissful night together — he pointed out constellations and explained where they would sit a thousand years from now, while I wove the stems of dandelions together. Due to his horrific breath, which smelled of off-dairy and decaying salmon, we would never embrace. And still, it was the most magical night of my life. In the morning he floated away, off to find another adventure with another girl in another open field — far away from dastardly lakes and trees.” What is your one-night stand story and is it real or imagineered? Tonight you’ll hear seven local yarn-spinners give you their versions... More >>>