We packed up and left our bubbies behind in Inwood to make haste towards the Inn of Rosalyn (a real regal name for a motel by a highway). The trip was relatively uneventful, besides the amount of traffic and the obligatory stop in New Jersey to see Chris Christie's old mug hung above the rest stop entrance. By the time we made it to DC, we were all rearing to see the sights and look at old shit, you know, DC stuff.
First stop, Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, the big SMNH. We were all looking forward to seeing dinosaurs and rocks and anthropology and stuff, and let me tell you, it did disappoint. Who new that the stuff I loved when I was a kid attracts so many kids? Whailing, screaming kids. And who new that the museum would cater its exhibits towards these little demons?
So, we left SMNH and went off toward Hirsshorn Museum of modern art, passing by a sculpture of a wheel and something that came out Beetleguese. The museum was fun; how could it not be, its modern. The exhibits ranged from stark and thought inducing to a-sculpture-of-a-fat-naked-guy-hunched-in-a-corner thought inducing. I did like the painter who painted mostly tents though.
Afterwards we checked into the Inn and got ourselves some pizza at & Pizzeria (which was amazing). We then went for a walk on the Mall and tossed a disc around.
The next morning we picked up a straggler and returned to DC for one more museum: the Smithsonian Space Museum or the Holocaust Museum. The photos below will reveal which one I chose to go to. Up next, Shanandoah.
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