Son of a Balloon Witch

I went to a fancy Halloween party of a "friend" of mine who lives in a mansion in New York. I didn't know anyone who was going to be at the party, so I offered to make balloon witch as decor. Figured it might be a good way for me to strike up conversation with a stranger ("So what do you do?" "Well, I made that balloon witch in the hallway.")

The party was packed but everyone was in a different room and the balloon witch flew overhead, alone, and garnered no attention. I felt for her. Because that's pretty much what happened to me. Well, except for the flying part.