So we did the Halloween Pub Crawl. Lots of drinking. After nights like that, I'm always amazed when I wake up with all of the things I started the night with.
Phone. Keys. Wallet. Jacket. Cooler. Cowboy hat. All that shit.
Portyed hard, got it good and turnt. And I held on to all of my stuff. The thing I wanted the most, though, that wasn't mine to begin with- I lost it. Let me explain:
At the end of the night, I found a parrot on the ground. A pirate's parrot, no doubt. Fake, but it was fucking gorgeous. The plumage, the eyes, the quality of construction- I was in love. Tucked it into my jacket. It barely fit, but it fit. I was too stoked for words. It was going in a bookcase in my bedroom and it was really gonnna tie the room together.
I call it a night, and I start walking. I walk fast- big strides.
Caught up with a crowd. In said crowd were two dudes, and they were jawing. Shit-talking. Well, one was, anyway. He was the aggressor, and he was obviously a prick.
"You just better leave it alone, dog. 'Cause tonight ain't your night. For real, you don't wanna see me go there."
Shit like that. On and on and fucking on. You could tell he was a reader.
I decided I was gonna bump into him. Not dead-on, just give him some shoulder. So I do. Caught him with the shoulder, knocked him off kilter a bit.
He turned to see whodunnit, and I'm standing there- and he didn't say shit. Not a word. Just turned back around and kept going. Stopped him from bad-mouthing the other guy for about three seconds. But then he was back on him.
So I start walking again, and I'm laughing about it. Walking and giggling. Didn't notice until I was practically home- I had lost the fucking parrot. It could only have happened when I bumped into that dude.
Karma, I guess. Shouldn't have done that, so I didn't get to keep my new pet. If I could go back, I would do it differently. I felt kinda cool for about thirty seconds. The parrot would've lasted a lot longer than that. Definitely wasn't worth losing that bird.
