Wednesday, February 27, 2008

More from Houston!

Here I am, on my third day of wandering the city all by my lonesome. I'm actually having a good time doing it, despite my anxiety over finding my way around! I haven't been seriously lost yet. The worst was yesterday evening on my way to get Chris. I could see his building but I couldn't get to it.

So far, I have been to my old stomping grounds, I have eaten fabulous food in large quantities, I have been to the Museum of Natural Science, the Houston Zoo and Hermann Park, and I have been pooped on by birds three times. This is not a joke.

I should explain that I have a long history of being pooped on by birds. It started in my early teens, and back then it only happened once a year or so. It seems to be escalating. Last April in Cancun, I was surprised to note only two seagulls in the entire beach area. This thrilled me, since I know seagulls are notorious poopers. Nevertheless, I got pooped on. Twice. In one day. I'm not sure if it was the same seagull, or one of each. I'm not sure I care.

This brings us to yesterday. I parked in the middle of Hermann Park, which is centrally located between the zoo and the museum. I got out of my car and took two steps. I bird pooped on my hand. This, I took in stride. After all, it happens a lot. But when I was walking around the pond and a bird pooped on my head, I began to be annoyed. Do you know how hard it is to wipe bird poop out of your hair with leaves??? After visiting the museum, where the only birds are dead and stuffed, I headed to the zoo, where A BIRD POOPED ON MY CHEST!!! Sorry about the caps, but by this time I was really put out. On my way back to the car, I ducked and put my bag over my head every time birds flew over me. A well-meaning gentleman tried to tell me the birds weren't going to fly down and peck me or anything. I'm not sure he believed me when I told him about my afternoon. Next time I go exploring, I'm definitely wearing a hat!

9 comments:

April said...

You should put an umbrella on your birthday wish list.

Lista said...

Yeah, or better yet, one of those hats that IS an umbrella! I wonder if they still make those? Well, now you all know what I want for my birthday! And Amy Lynne, if you're reading this, I promise I won't wear it to your bridal shower!

raedae1 said...

hilarious. that's horrible luck. i'm glad you're having such a good time. have you found good sushi? there's a place on westheimer and my sis knows some in the woodlands. have fun. you could always call regina and hang out.

Moi said...

I think it's very fitting you visited a museum with stuffed, dead birds. Maybe you could start a collection of your own! I'm sure your furry children would adore it.

Christina said...

Okay, let's face it: the bird poop on the chest, not really the birds fault, no?

You know you still love me.

Bimbo Baggins said...

You must look like a statue to them. If not, you soon will be one. You know the ones I mean. All covered in poop?

At my high school, during lunch time, the seagulls would flock everywhere because they were hoping to eat our scraps. EVERYONE walked around with their backpacks over their heads. I got it in the hair once. Gross. I ended up washing my hair in the drinking fountain...

Lista said...

Yes, Christina, I know I love you. Smartypants!

And yes, DPH, I will soon be one of THOSE statues. The funny thing is the statue of Sam Houston in that park had NO poop on it. It was like they were saving it all for me. I am grateful they were pigeons and not seagulls. If a seagull pooped on my head, I would cry. Or one of the birds we saw in Galveston. They were enormous and kept flying right over my head. In formation. I need to post those pics. I'm such a slacker!

Bimbo Baggins said...

LOL, I know, I'm a slacker with that stuff too. I got 2 really funny videos of my punk last night but haven't posted them yet...oh well...

Lista said...

Worse still, I got a great video of our couch birthing a cat (yes, it's about what it sounds like) and I can't figure out HOW to post it. I'll list that as a coming attraction...if I can ever figure it out.