It's been a loooooooooooooong time since we reported any new adventures. I blame Chipotle (since she's not here to defend herself)... It's all her fault. She has been spending her time racing around time town taking down portals and destroying city landmarks (she'll have to explain that to you).. that she has had very little time to take on new and exciting adventures. So until she realizes that I exist, I will like to share with you my most recent adventure with the GANGSTA BIRDS OF GALVESTON!!!!..
It was a normal day in Texas, when my hubby and I decided we would drive down to Galveston from Houston to see the beach and just hang out for little while. The weather was not what one would call "ideal beach weather" .. it was about 60 degrees, but it was still a nice sunny day to just go down and look around. Well we get to the beach and was super excited because we could drive on the beach.. it's the little things
So as we pull up to the beach I notice a group of birds just hanging out having a good ole bird time. Little did we know what was really going on. We walked right into the middle of a gang fight. Me being my little naive self never saw the second group of birds hanging out watching the 1st group of birds. So I get this crazy idea that I would feed the birds the leftover Famous Amos cookies that I had. I crumble up the cookies.. get out of the car.. walk around the car and that's when it happen... before I could even get the bag open, the 1st group of birds swoop in on me. It was something out of the Albert Hitchcock movie "The Birds"... All I remember seeing is all these white birds hovering over me... I even think I heard one demand that I give up the cookies before some real gangsta stuff popped off...
Fearing for my life, I ran back to the car.. open the back down and swan dived into the back seat. Now while all of this was happening, my hubby was sitting in the car trying to put his tennis shoes on like none of this bothered him. He turns around and looks at me and says.."What's wrong with you".. all the while I'm screaming.. "They'er trying to get me.. they'er trying to get me"... I might as well have been talking to the birds, because my hubby was no help.
Once he gets his shoes on, he grabs the bag of crumbled cookies while I make a beeline for the beach. He walks over, dumps the cookies and then all of the birds from both gangs, commence to swooping down on him.. Like something out of a horror movie.. I yell in what sounds like slow motion.. run Darion run.. they're coming for you. So my husband trots off (because he's a man and no man runs from a little bird right.. HA) all the while waving his arms to avoid attack.
We manage to enjoy the rest of our time on the beach bird free .... until it was time to leave.. all the birds were gone except one bird. I would like to think he was the leader of the gang. He hangs around the car, completely unintimidated by our presence.. looks up at my husband and said.. "Hay fat boy, you got anymore of those cookies left".. my husband kindly explained that he had no more cookies and we quietly parted ways..
Who knew a day at the beach would be so stressful... Thanks Galveston for the memory. I can only imagine what it will be like once the weather gets warmer.
