I’m not the kind of person to blog regularly about my mundane, daily routines, but today, September 22, 2014 was a big day for meso I’ll break it down in the hopes that someone will find entertainment from my misfortune. I have a bit of a bird phobia to say the least, often causing me to lose my breath and panic in public, against the best of my efforts to remain calm. I had been warned about the terrors of Magpie birds that often swoop down and peck runners and while the concept did make it quite difficult for me to sleep through the night, I was assured of the unlikely hood of this ever happening to me. But, being a incredibly clumsy and having a difficult time walking across the street without tripping or running into a stint of trouble, of course, a magpie would peck me in the headI guess it would have been wrong for him not to. It happened while I was walking Daisy, the Todd’s yellow lab and although I shrieked and nearly got sick from the traumatizing peck-punch thrown at my skull, I managed to make the most of my evening by heading into the city to get a nice dinner and drink enough wine that I would be able to sleep through the night without terrors. Of course, on my walk to the ferry, the same villainous bird pecked me in nearly the same spot of my head- (don’t know what I was thinking walking by againas if tempting his evil). By the time I got into the city, my heart was hurting with fear as I’d grown quite paranoid of the Australian sky and the creatures out to get me. I had a nice dinner by myself, which I don’t mind with the company of my Kindle- (yikes) and by 9:00 I was sufficiently well-served and hopped along my solo bar-hop where I intended on having my last drink before heading home to the death trap of a walk between Taronga Zoo and Sirius Cove. (Its important that I put in here that I do not have a drinking problem- but when you don’t have any friends and have recently been hit in the head by your biggest fear, it would be wrong not to drink and distract yourself by the company of strangers). So, as I was leaving the bar, an American man asked me if I wanted a cigarette and as I’ve never had a cigarette I said no and began to walk away- but in attempt of not appearing as the somewhat shy and fearful of stranger- foreigner that I am, I politely responded to his questionsactually having a lovely conversation that almost completely distracted me of the evenings previous events and agreed to have a drink with him and his friend. In summary, the two gentlemen that I ended up having a big night out in Sydney with, (probably my biggest) happened to be musicians Zac Barnett and James Adam Shelley from The American Authors- which is great for me considering the music journalism career route I intend on paving after my time here. We had a successful Monday night and I’ve managed to keep in contact with the artists as I intend on walking up in better form that I was the last time for their next stay in Sydney. So, the moral of the story here kids, is that you can’t let the bird haters cramp your game.