Road Trip D

Oh.  Look who it is.  Readers-too-good-to-donate again, eh?  Well, if that's the case, the pub is a mighty long walk away.  Also, we're increasing the amount of puns per post 100%. On to modern art!

Among the many intriguing modern art exhibits were things like: metal hangers bent in a way that made them completely useless as hangars, odd metal animals with well formed genitalia, squares painted on canvas, and a whole bunch of hand statues doing different hand like things with each other.  I mean, I really had to hand it to the artists here, they were by no means square.

There is also, on the way to the modern art side of the museum, a neat little artsy museumy cafe store.  With all the good food, and art books, and means of hemorrhaging funds you could ever want.  Also, the modern art side does have the coziest little couches to sit upon, right outside the bathroom.  So while your friends are all off galavanting about in the restrooms, you can sit down a moment, and appreciate the view of the wonderful museum store.

After seeing all the modern art we could bear, read: walking through as quickly as possible, our group decided we would head back to our friend's apartment, and fall over dead for a spell, before continuing on with our adventure.  After walking and driving for more of the day than most people were usually coherent, we needed a rest.

We rested.

Continuing on with our adventure got us back on the subtrain thingy, and we took that over a bit, and then decided we'd walk.  The walk was full of absolutely nothing.  There were no people saying hello.  There were no birds in the trees.  Even at the awkward 10 square foot grassy triangle referred to as a "park" was somehow devoid of people on this fine day of labor.

It was a bit of an eerie walk down the sun shining sidewalks of Washington D.C. We talked about things that people talked about.  At great lengths too.  Why, if my memory serves me right, we talked for fifteen or more minutes about how the sun was shining and no people were around.  Also about how there was a small grassy triangle that was referred to as a "park."  It even had a sign reminding people that it closed at 10:00pm, and was not to be used afterward.  You can't get more full-fledged and park-like than that!

The goal here was going to a pub and participating in a trivia night!  We came up with a very clever name for our trivia team.  It wow'd just about everyone there.  I'd share it with you, but the jealousy it would instill would be too much.  It was definitely nothing like "Some guys at a bar."  Really, nothing like that.

Trivia nights exist to remind you that you know a few weird things, and together with some other people, you know a great deal of oddly useless information.  Common trivia questions are like, "Who said "I am a professional NBA player, and I'll throw my peas against the wall whenever I want to!"?"  The answer in that case, is Howard Hughes.  Crazy crazy Howard.  That's how his home boys referred to him.

Anyways, during trivia, one of the members of our adventure, whose father may or may not have scaled school rooves professionally, had a bit of a squeaky chair.  We encouraged him to sit down quickly.  He did, and his chair protested, and veritably shattered into many splintered pieces.  Suffice to say that for the rest of our trip our friend was leery about sitting down anywhere.  Never again will he fall for the classic, "Hey why don't you sit in this chair here." prank.  I'm currently innovating a more devious, "Hey could you possibly use this here chair here as a ladder" prank.  I'll encourage him to jump up on it, for stability's sake.

Tune in next time on Road Trip to hear about a surprise visit to Chicago!

Part the first, Road Trip A
Part the second, Road Trip B
Part the third, Road Trip C
Part the this one, Just ah.  Just scroll up.