|The view. Blustery, no?|
Girl, 15, Charming But Insane, by Sue Limb, and it was delightful. "Pretty girly," as Joshua pointed out, "but also really good." His words, almost exactly (Aha! Success!). Funny, sweet, and very British. Good times. Speaking of funny, sweet, and very British, I also finished Howl's Moving Castle. More on that later. Because, first I want to tell you about some other things.
Before I go on and on, check out the t-shirt I wore the other day:
|I like how my necklace gives Perry forehead bling.|
I got complimented at the gas station. Oh yeah.
So, I'm no stranger to the City Museum in St. Louis, but, as one might expect, I see something new there, every time I go. It helps to have to get all the way to St. Louis first. I'm sure if I worked there, or lived in the same town, it would get old hat, just like anything else. [Weirdest thing, while Joshua and I were poking around, I heard my name and thought, Surely that's not for me. Of course I turned, since it's physically impossible not to, and a girl I went to high school with was there. Buhhh? She had gone to college in St. Louis, stayed, and now works at the City Museum. I don't know if I should be happy for her or not. The place gets insane.]
We went late at night, a first for me, and it made for a very different atmosphere. Actually, scratch that. It wasn't that different. During the day, there are large groups of small children making a ruckus. Late at night, it's just high-schoolers and college kids, doing the exact same thing. There was even a prom going on. A prom. Who has prom on the first of April? It was practically still March, and all the girls were wearing short party dresses instead of gowns. Is that how it is now? Maybe my school was just weird. [Insert embarrassing picture from senior prom (that I do not currently have) where my date and I meant to go as Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers (Youth Performing Arts School, what?), but ended up looking like a bride and groom. Sigh.]
Anyway, I did see some pretty cool things, and I'm about to go all travelogue on you, so buckle up.
|I look like I'm drooling, or perhaps like I'm wearing vampire teeth. In reality, I was earning a |
righteous bruise on my knee while climbing through a petrified tree-tunnel.
|In the "caves."|
|The only visible picture I could get of the ten-story spiral slide.|
Which is much more popular with the night crowd. We waited in line for 20 minutes.
|This guy was right outside the room that contained the particularly boisterous prom. Hilarious. |
|And old, working, carnival game. I won't deny it, this sort of gave me the creeps.|
It was moving, doing its thing, and all the parts were creaking, but no one was there. *shudder*
|And here is where we went into the giant building blocks room. |
Or should I say, building sponges?
This was a definite highlight: the sponge room. Little dirty, but it was great. You can see that dad in there, supervising his son's masterpiece. I overheard the little boy say some pretty spectacular things, but I think I'm going to save it for the next post so I can put my free day to good use and get some writing done. More to come!