If I Didn’t Have A Blog, I’d Start One

December 8, 2010 at 9:16 am 11 comments

I never realized that totally random things happened to me until I started a blog and opened my eyes. Now I notice weird and hilarious things all the time. Usually there are one or two odd things that happen per week, but Saturday… wow. It was the mother of all random days.

My family went to Dickens on the Strand. It’s a festival in Galveston where people dress up as characters from Dickens’ books. There are singers, jugglers, parades, etc. I was pretty excited about it– mostly because I got to spend the day with my family, but also because carnival food speaks to me on a different level. We got there a bit after noon and did some hardcore people watching. I wish I could show you a picture of this woman who had the most giant cha-chas I have ever seen but it was really hard to get a good photo without being obvious. Although I don’t know why I should care… if you put your jugs on display, you can’t be shocked when people look. Just imagine a “hefty” woman with giant jello molds spilling out of her dress.

I really don’t know why I’m telling you this.

Anyways, we were standing in the middle of the road eating our respective fried foods and drinking our respective high calorie beverages when all of a sudden a man starts singing. He was about 4 feet away and it scared the poo out of me. The man was dressed up and had a great voice. But since 1) many people were dressed up and 2) we were in the middle of the road, I had no reason to believe that this was anything but a random man singing.

Some family friends joined us for the day and a few lines into the song, our friend started singing along. Little did we know, he was joining in a flash mob. The second verse started and another person joined in. A few lines later, more joined. And on and on. Until about 12 people were singing and we were smack dab in the middle of it.

It was seriously one of the strangest things I have ever been part of. I just kept looking around and thinking, “Did that really just happen?”

It did. It really did. Then it got weirder.

I’m really not a fan of birds. Something about them really freaks me out so I really try to stay away from all things bird related. However, there was this bird show that Stephen wanted to see so I went with him. It was in the street, right in the middle of all the activity. They showed us several birds, and I can’t remember much about them because I don’t really care all that much. I do remember that the owls were really pretty and were completely silent when they flew.

They also brought out a vulture and it was disgusting and it walked right next to me.

Then out came the falcon. It was the closing act. It was big and beautiful and it didn’t really scare me. They made him fly from one perch to another to show us how pretty he was. Then they were going to show us this trick where they swing a leather bird around on a long string and the bird wiould be flying high in the air and would dive bomb the bird. So picture this: The bird is flying in the air (as opposed to the water?) and he lands on the shops. Then he soars a bit more and lands on another building. He flys around going high and low, coming close and going far. He doesn’t seem to be interested in the leather bird.

I had a bit of anxiety because this bird was literally on its own. There was no reason he couldn’t just fly away, never to be seen again. He kept going further and further. He’d come back a bit, then go even further. It was like one step forward and two steps back, only he was using wings and his two steps were more like 17. This bird went far.

But we’d survived three other birds so I tried to relax. Surely he was going to come back. (Don’t call me Shirley.)

HE DIDN’T, Y’ALL! He left. He flew away. The bird flew away. The trainers did a really good job at not freaking out but you could tell they were uneasy. One trainer took off. The other one remained calm and closed the show. “Well, I’m going to go try to find my bird…” We were shocked. SHOCKED! I couldn’t believe that was happening. I mean, I know it’s a risk that comes with the profession but, man, I felt bad for those guys. I can’t even begin to think about how much time and money went into training that bird. (“Obviously not enough,” said our friend.)

Several hours later we went by the tent to see if the bird had returned. I would have been shocked if it did. We were in the middle of the street in a random city, it’s not like the bird was familiar with the area. Sure enough, it hadn’t been found.

Cah-razy. It was a crazy day. We’d been trapped in the middle of a flash mob, we had witnessed a bird-gone-rogue, and then this:

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  • 1. Autumn  |  December 8, 2010 at 9:39 am

    What? I don’t recall a Storm Trooper being one of Dickens’ characters. But too funny!
    And I was sad for the Bird Man… he lost his bird. But I suppose that’s a risk he’s willing to take!

  • 2. Angela  |  December 8, 2010 at 9:58 am

    I’ve always wanted to see a flash mob, so I’m rather jealous that you did!
    As for the falcon, well…I’d be freaking out a little bit! Like you said though, it’s a risk that comes with the job.

  • 3. Jess@Straight Talk  |  December 8, 2010 at 9:59 am

    HA! That’s hilarious. Sounds like quite an interesting event….I love me some people watching and I’d totally just take a pic. That’s when you put someone you know near/in front of the subject and pretend to take a picture of your friend. True story.

    Sucks about that bird. It was probably pricey!

  • 4. MrsSJohnson  |  December 8, 2010 at 10:00 am

    The bird situation- one of those times in life when you really don’t care about the thing, just bad for the person in the really awkward situation. Maybe vulture instincts are like riding a bike, they’ll just come back to him and he’ll be okay. Surely, they like microchip them or something?

  • 5. Nora  |  December 8, 2010 at 10:19 am

    I’m glad you blogged about the Flash Mob thing. That’s kind of fun/interesting though, right? And seriously a Star Trooper at a Dicken’s Festival!? Please tell me you are joking…!?

  • 6. Sister  |  December 8, 2010 at 11:19 am

    That was an awesome day… so many crazy things! I loved the star trooper!

  • 7. Tabaitha  |  December 8, 2010 at 11:28 am

    Haha, that’s awesome!

    I too am SCARED TO DEATH of birds. It started when I was in college and my AC broke in my car in the middle of a Houston summer and all I could do was roll down my windows and open my sunroof. All hope for decent hair was out the window, literally. I was stopped at an intersection waiting for the light to turn green (please note that this intersection freaks me out every time I am near it. all the birds in the neighborhood meet there for a pow-wow every evening at 6pm). As I’m waiting, a big black bird swoops down through my sunroof and flies across my face and out the driver’s window. I am pretty sure there was some pee on my seat. I looked around in disbelief and shock that it just happened. The car next to me was laughing at my expense. So that is the very reason I no longer like birds.

  • 8. Karen  |  December 8, 2010 at 11:40 am

    Crazy lol, but you can’t blame the hawk for wanting freedom. Good for him/her.

  • 9. Kara  |  December 8, 2010 at 12:33 pm

    This is by far the best random post I’ve read in all of blog land. That falcon! Storm trooper? What?! Haha, love it all.

  • 10. Jana  |  December 8, 2010 at 7:42 pm

    Wow, that was quite the day! I laughed out loud (and read to my hubby) at the part about the cha-chas. Hilarious!

  • 11. Laura  |  December 17, 2010 at 4:38 pm

    Such a weird day!

    I’m a little jealous of your flashmob experience. I THINK I would really like to witness one of those (providing I wasn’t like, late to something really important and couldn’t proceed until it was over, then I would not be such a fan.) What was the song? Did they dance too?

    I’m not sure how I feel about falcons, but I do like birds in general, so I’m a little sad for bird trainer. But, then again, birds deserve to be free, so I have mixed feelings. Crazy that you witnessed that though!

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