I just realized that I forgot to mention that on Friday I went to happy hour w/ two of my girlfriends at Polvo’s and a series of events happened that had us completely hysterical. Not only had none of these things ever happened on their own, but all FOUR of them happened on the same day. In the same HOUR.

It was a BEAUTIFUL day, so we sat out on the patio. You should know that the part of the patio we sat at isn’t covered, and the wires above us were a nice little pit-stop for grackles. In fact, there were more than a few poo spots on the ground around us. Sure enough, a few minutes into our drinks one of my friends squeaked “It’s in my hair, I know it. One pood on my head”. We laughed and cleaned it off – what are the odds?! A few minutes later, I saw something dash in front of me and looked down to find some new poo barely clinging to the table about to drop on my lap. Whoa. TWO times. We laugh again and joke w/ our waiter about moving. Then a THIRD bird hits my other friend’s chair. That’s it, we grab our stuff and head to an empty table out from under the wires. And as we sit there, a little gun shy from the birds, but enjoying the last of our awesome Mexican martinis, a car drives by and Liz and I both go “Oww, what was that?” Some little punks chucked pennies out their car window and zinged us.

We get it universe! We’re going home!