wtf, march? an unexpected snow day
well, so…i promised a picture recap of my trip to the dc aquarium and let me say this about that place: it’s sad. it’s sad in that it’s like some dark basement with a few fishtanks in it. i feel bad for it. it could be so much more. in a different location. with more funding. hell, can’t we just take the only thing worth going to in baltimore (their aquarium) and move it down here.
anyway. the weather was unpredictable and i thought it was going to be gross and cold and it was, so i was glad to waste a few minutes (seriously…minutes) in the national aquarium. but i think i made a lot of friends along the way. let me introduce you to some of them:
oh wait. that’s me sitting in the car on columbia road (my own personal hell) waiting for mikey to come down from his apartment. i think i was probably listening to my boot leg copy of kelly clarkson’s new album. ps…it’s not very good.
this, if you can believe it, is the entrance to the aquarium. it looks like a prison stairwell.
it’s a pretty blue though don’t you think? and why does a bitch gotta pay seven dollars to get in here? really? SEVEN? to walk around a small room and look at some algae filled fishbowls? wow. the nerve. for seven dollars i should be able to pick one out and take him home. maybe this one:
the pooch doesn’t like dogs, but maybe she’ll like something a little more…violent? something that will challenge her? delia, what do you think?
“huh? who me? you talking to me? am i getting something? a walk? a car ride? a cheweeeee?”
no. but how about we go to red lobster for dinner tonight?
this was one bored lobster, i’ll tell you that. he was just diggin’ in the sand cause he ain’t got nothing better to do. and this little fucker, below, this damn little puffer fish was the cutest damn little thing i have ever seen except he wouldn’t sit still for a picture. so he’s a bit blurry.
so he was the cutest thing i saw until we came upon this little guy:
oh wait. not him. this guy:
“look at me!!!! i’m flying!!!!”
the national aquarium, so they say, fosters baby sea turtles until they are big enough and strong enough to be released into the sea. can i do that too? cause i will put him in my pocket until i get home and he can live in the bathtub in the guest bathroom. he and delia can be friends.
“oh hai”
i can’t tell if it’s still snowing outside or the wind is just blowing the snow around. thank god there’s a Top Model marathon on on Oxygen. i’m hungry. but not as hungry as the sharks swimming around this poor little guy. he was the only fish in the shark tank and i don’t know if he was an appetizer or if he got lost.
if that’s not fear…
if i want to see toads, i can just venture out to ma and pa henry’s at night where the toads line up, mesmerized and drawn by all the moths and bugs buzzing around the lamps on the front porch. but i sort of like this guy:
“im a toad and i’m proud of it. this is my kingdom. it’s not much. but it is mine.”
MORE TURTLES!!!!! this one was probably going crazy trying to get out of the damn tank, but he was just flippin’ his little arms and legs and was so cute. he’s a little blurry too, but he was dancing really fast:
this next guy was possibly a snapping turtle, but it may have been a dinosaur.
he looks like bowzer.
so ten minutes later we were out the door looking for some food so i figured there’d be a cafe at the american history museum and it was recently renovated so we thought we’d check it out. it was mobbed and the cafe was lame, according to mikey, so we wandered around and mikey spent some time in julia child’s kitchen while i sat on a bench and then we reminisced about our trip to disney:
but the museum was crowded and we were starving so we wandered over to the reagan building cause they have a food court, but security was tight and the food court was kind of unappetizing so we left, but i did take this picture of the lobby and i thought it was kind of cool:
finally it was back home where mikey got on his Webkinz. this is Mango lifting weights:
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