deeeeeee-troit basketball

i know i don't like to write about things that i do in my day to day life unless their anecdotal nature serve as a perfect segue into some other type of thought pattern or idea. heck, who am i kidding - my rambling makes every anecdote turn into some sort of presentation of my ideas and/or opinions.

but, apparently i haven't written anything lately and i'm being encouraged to write something now. and what is my subject matter? my wonderful weekend trip - to make a bridget jones reference for those of you who get it - it was a mini-break - and you know what a mini-break means ... (perhaps i shouldn't write this here lest i be required to explain this later).

so this sunday i made a voyage. a voyage to another world. a world we call the united states of america. whatfor you ask? well, if your powers of deduction are a little dull - or you didn't read the title of my entry, for a detroit basketball game. game 5 of the nba finals to be more exact.

after hiking up for a few miles, we finally found our seats in the noise zone. we weren't at the very very top of the nosebleeds, but quite close. still, the view was excellent - on all angles. well, except for the drunk, balding, touchy michigan man beside me who kept insisting on squeezing my knee and then giving my new partner in crime a high five.

i don't think i've ever been somewhere with such energy, passion, and well - noise. imagine noisemakers named thundersticks. now, just one pair of these sticks makes quite the ruckus. now imagine 20,000 of them all in synch. phenomenal.

it's amazing to see such a huge group of people brought together with such passion. high-fiving strangers, giving each other hugs. now if only we could get that energy bridled for things other than sports events. think of the possibilities!

but now it's game seven and i must return to watching it.

in closing, i have but one word:

SHEEEEEEEEEEEEEED!!!!!!

the gulls

there's nothing like kicking back after a long day at work, battling through the dense smog that just sticks to your skin. but finally, dusk comes and the air begins to cool. the breeze dances through your hair. ah, relaxation. there's nothing like it. it's strange how kicking back on the patio seems so much more productive than passing out in front of the predictible programming that is supposed to serve as entertainment these days.

it's then i notice something strange.

sea gulls.

tons and tons of sea gulls.

they're circling, they're swooping, they're diving.

think the birds, but with white sea birds as opposed to black crows. wait, was it crows in that movie? they were rather mesmerizing though. they were flying willy-nilly. i can't help but look up ... but ... but ...

i can't even type it! the dangers of looking up, they're unspeakable. best described by an onomatopoeia - *plop*

but don't worry, your fearless heroine was not a victim of the bird droppings. they tried their best, but she was too quick - either that, and more probably, or their aim was not so good.

we finally figured out what was causing the birds to swirl. it seemed quite odd that they were around - we aren't particularly close to the water or any huge piles of refuse. it's the bugs. the big huge bugs. the gulls were hunting them. picking them off. eating them up. it's amazing to see how nature works.

*rereads story*

yep ... i do need to practice writing more. too lazy to edit now though.