This is the next entry in the ever-increasingly-creatively named "Road Trip" bits. You can tell I thought a lot about the title. The first post, I'll admit I only spent about ten minutes coming up with the, "A." For the second part, I mused a bit and considered, "b" before finally settling on the more impressive, "B." So here, forgive me for blowing your mind, but I went with, "C." Next week, who knows what next week will be.((I'll give you a hint. It's going to rhyme with, "D."))
Alright people, you've lucked out. Sure, none of you donated, but I don't remember much of the deliberations that went on while trying to decide where we should go. So I won't get into that more than I can.
My Uncle, who sometimes visits Washington for various secret reasons, said we should visit the Air and Space Museum. In the course of our deliberations, one of us stated, "I think my Uncle said the Air and Space Museum was cool." Which was followed, after a few "Oh[s]" and "Hmmm[s]"((I'm making up the grammar here as I go.)) with us walking to said cool place.
So, there were six of us at this museum and for the first fifteen minutes or so, we all had that "stick together" kind of mentality. We sort of awkwardly followed each other, like the worst kind of dropouts from spy college. Pretending to buy post cards and seem nonchalant, right next to our target doing the same. It was a mess. That is until one of us had the genius idea to "split up, and meet back at the door where we came in, at about 1:00pm." This was met with much shrugging and exclamations of, "Uh.. sure."
There's a great deal of good advice at the Air and Space Museum. One such gem dashed many of my hopes. It stated boldly, "...do not touch unexploded bombs." Though I suppose people who don't follow that advice would have their hopes dashed in a much more explosive manner. Otherwise I learned something quite interesting about something along the lines of bombs being dropped from planes, and inaccuracy and perhaps the shape of the bomb, that I can't remember in the slightest right now. Which infuriates me, for I was quite pleased to have read such an interesting snippet. So, the next time you're at the A&S Museum, please scour the premesis for what I'm talking about. It was up the stairs, all the way to the right down the hall, into the exhibit on the left, right before the exit.
Most of the rest of the party did something, I'm sure. People have expressed to me that they continue to live and be, whether or not I can see them. I just can't comment on what specifically they did. Well, I can say, "Boy whatever they did was stupid-pa-toopid!" But, what I really mean is that I cannot say with any certainty what they did in their time away from me.
We met up generally about 1:15pm in a spot that was almost like the one we agreed to meet upon. Almost like it in that we were all there, but not in the "it was the same spot" sort of way. After that we thought about where we should go next. Our friend posited, "We could go see art. Is your preference modern, or less modern?" The responses varied from, "Modern art is dumb." to "I want to see modern art!" to "Old art is dumb." Suffice to say, we decided upon visiting the lot of art museums.
We started off in the older "classic" museum. Where all the rooms are the same size, and connected in the same way, so that if you lose your friend you cannot possibly find them without resorting to echolocation. Or as the curators call it, "Being a fucking prick."
Here there were quite a lot of pretty statues, and paintings the size of my house. Sometimes you see things like that and think, "Oh isn't that quaint." Then you wonder, "How exactly, did that artist paint that, without leaning on the middle of the picture and riddling it with ladder holes? I wonder if there was a sort of swinging contraption similar to that which skyscraper window-washers use?" Half an hour later one of the security men asks you kindly to stop your slack jawed druling and go appreciate art in some other area, where he doesn't have to look at you.
So, on you go.
This continued, until on we went.
Now, some of you more clever readers have started to point out that "There is no donation button!" That shows a complete lack of drive. Why, if I were reading my writing I would donate every penny I had to me. I'd track me down to do it! I wouldn't take the easy, "But there was no form online for it!" way out. No sir.
So with that I say, next week, we're going to go look at Modern art if you don't donate. If you donate, we can get to the pub, where people sit down quite harshly!
((The first post in this road trip series can be found, here))
((The second post in this series can be found, here))
((The fourth post in this series can be found, here))
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