I saw an emu
I'm using the roadtrip icon, but there was no car involved.
I went to the Air & Space Museum first, of course. The flight simulators are open but I didn't try them out. I was thinking about seeing if they have gift certificates for them and if so, getting a couple for my dad for his birthday. Then we could go together. I hung out in the WWI exhibit for a while, and went through the Aviation at Sea section and the one about how planes stay in the air. Then I went out and got a banana-fudge Rocketship pop in honor of reccea and walked up to Metro Center. The Ford Theater was on the way and while the theater itself wasn't open (apparently it's still in operation) the basement museum dedicated to Lincoln's assassination was, so I went down there and looked at all the stuff they have. (Which is impressive; bloody pillows and the weapons JWB carried, and the hoods all the conspirators wore in prison - which is creepy, btw.) There's a little bookstore down there, but it doesn't carry much. Once I got down the stairs to the basement, the temperature rose about fifteen degrees, and I was uncomfortably warm so I didn't stay there long. The House Where Lincoln Died is across the street, but there was a line so I didn't go in.
I caught the rail up to Adams Morgan and then walked down to DuPont Circle (yes, even though it was the previous stop: I had to start from the Omni Shoram at Rock Creek Park to remember where I wanted to go.) So I wandered through bookstores and candle stores and...more bookstores, and whatnot shops, and the photography gallery where I got two of the prints in my apartment, and a few other places. A pair of police cars escorting a black SUV and a black limo went by, signals flaring, so I called Mom to report that Someone Famous had gone by, but it the whole thing probably wasn't big enough to be the President. (What, we're from Delaware; we don't see famous people.) Also, while I was talking to her, I passed a store called The Pleasure Place that had leather strappy-things and um...harnasses, I guess...in the window. So that's five minutes of conversation I can't repeat back, but I didn't go in. I could just picture walking in and having someone greet me with, "Welcome the Pleasure Place! Are you looking for a studded jock strap or just some nipple clamps today?" loud enough for my mom to hear it on the phone.
Then again, that would have been fantastic.
After DuPont Circle, I walked back up to Adams Morgan and went to the National Zoo in search of baby pandas, but it was 6pm by then and all the animals were in being fed, I guess. The only things I saw (other than squirrels and sparrows) were a pair of red pandas curled up on a rock together and an emu. The sign said they were open until 8 "from April to October (Daylight Savings Time)" and closed at six the rest of the year, so I don't know if they were going off the "April" or the "Daylight Savings Time." No one kicked me out and there were other people there but...not much in the way of animals. Oh, well, I guess I'll have to go back to Panda Cam to coo over Butterstick. (Tai Shan.) (He's eating bamboo now if anyone's interested.)
And then I went home. I picked up a book at Kramerbooks: DC Noir. Don't ask me when I'm going to read it.
In other news, I ordered my SGA Season 2 DVDs from Amazon because I take sales tax as a personal affront and all I have to say is: Any. Time. Now. Tracking had it listed as, "Carrier notified for pickup," for four days. I used to get packages from Kentucky faster than that.
I went to the Air & Space Museum first, of course. The flight simulators are open but I didn't try them out. I was thinking about seeing if they have gift certificates for them and if so, getting a couple for my dad for his birthday. Then we could go together. I hung out in the WWI exhibit for a while, and went through the Aviation at Sea section and the one about how planes stay in the air. Then I went out and got a banana-fudge Rocketship pop in honor of reccea and walked up to Metro Center. The Ford Theater was on the way and while the theater itself wasn't open (apparently it's still in operation) the basement museum dedicated to Lincoln's assassination was, so I went down there and looked at all the stuff they have. (Which is impressive; bloody pillows and the weapons JWB carried, and the hoods all the conspirators wore in prison - which is creepy, btw.) There's a little bookstore down there, but it doesn't carry much. Once I got down the stairs to the basement, the temperature rose about fifteen degrees, and I was uncomfortably warm so I didn't stay there long. The House Where Lincoln Died is across the street, but there was a line so I didn't go in.
I caught the rail up to Adams Morgan and then walked down to DuPont Circle (yes, even though it was the previous stop: I had to start from the Omni Shoram at Rock Creek Park to remember where I wanted to go.) So I wandered through bookstores and candle stores and...more bookstores, and whatnot shops, and the photography gallery where I got two of the prints in my apartment, and a few other places. A pair of police cars escorting a black SUV and a black limo went by, signals flaring, so I called Mom to report that Someone Famous had gone by, but it the whole thing probably wasn't big enough to be the President. (What, we're from Delaware; we don't see famous people.) Also, while I was talking to her, I passed a store called The Pleasure Place that had leather strappy-things and um...harnasses, I guess...in the window. So that's five minutes of conversation I can't repeat back, but I didn't go in. I could just picture walking in and having someone greet me with, "Welcome the Pleasure Place! Are you looking for a studded jock strap or just some nipple clamps today?" loud enough for my mom to hear it on the phone.
Then again, that would have been fantastic.
After DuPont Circle, I walked back up to Adams Morgan and went to the National Zoo in search of baby pandas, but it was 6pm by then and all the animals were in being fed, I guess. The only things I saw (other than squirrels and sparrows) were a pair of red pandas curled up on a rock together and an emu. The sign said they were open until 8 "from April to October (Daylight Savings Time)" and closed at six the rest of the year, so I don't know if they were going off the "April" or the "Daylight Savings Time." No one kicked me out and there were other people there but...not much in the way of animals. Oh, well, I guess I'll have to go back to Panda Cam to coo over Butterstick. (Tai Shan.) (He's eating bamboo now if anyone's interested.)
And then I went home. I picked up a book at Kramerbooks: DC Noir. Don't ask me when I'm going to read it.
In other news, I ordered my SGA Season 2 DVDs from Amazon because I take sales tax as a personal affront and all I have to say is: Any. Time. Now. Tracking had it listed as, "Carrier notified for pickup," for four days. I used to get packages from Kentucky faster than that.