The Road Less Traveled: Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History

After catching Bumpin’ Uglies at Stage West in State College, I went home and packed a bag to leave for Washington DC the next morning. Since I hang out in the Capitol often, I let

After catching Bumpin’ Uglies at Stage West in State College, I went home and packed a bag to leave for Washington DC the next morning. Since I hang out in the Capitol often, I let my friend, Chris, plan the adventures that day. I met her in Breezewood, dumped her car for the evening, and she jumped in the “Van of Shame.” She soon discovered that road trips with me involve plenty of snacks, tiny hands, and good music.

All was smooth sailing until we hit the city and then the GPS started to fail us. Pair that with tons of construction and I got off course a bit. We ended up at a parking garage a few blocks farther away than I typically park for the National Mall, but no big deal… or so we thought. We make it out of the basement of the garage and still cannot seem to get the GPS to work and it ends up sending us blocks off track again. Finally I said screw it and just started walking toward the direction of the Washington Monument since I knew we roughly wanted that area.

Just the tip….

I reoriented myself and quickly realized where we were and where we needed to go. Chris stopped for a hotdog from a street vendor along the way and minutes later, we were standing in front of the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. Chris was super jazzed and was yelling, “Fuck yeah, dinosaurs!” from across the street…(Side note: The best part of hanging out with this woman is the excitement that she brings to the world around her. We could walk around in a sketchy part of town and she would be like, “Wow! This is exactly the kind of alley that you would get murdered in!!”)

I was thrilled that she picked to spend the day in museums cos I’m a nerd at heart and it’s one of my favorite ways to kill an afternoon. We head inside and since I have been there a few times, I let her take the lead. I followed her around for hours and listened and watched her act like a kid as we slowly made our way through the many levels and exhibits. Of course, I took my tiny hands inside with me and made use of them at very inappropriate times. We had a blast, but we were on a schedule, so it was soon time to bounce to our next destination.

We left the building and headed back to the parking garage. We wandered through every level of that damn garage and could not find my car. Then we found out that we were in the wrong building and the one we needed was across the street. Whoops…. The Van of Shame was finally located and we headed to meet up with fellow Mable, Tiff, in nearby Virginia. Her boyfriend cooked us a delicious meal and then we made our way to DC Winery to see an acoustic set from Chuck Ragan. More on that soon!!!!

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