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EGAD! WHO IS THIS PERSON???

At least, that's what goes through my mind when someone renames their journal. I always panic and run around in circles before I can, you know, look at their icon or read their entry like a normal person. Even after it happened a couple of times and you would think that I would be used to it, but noooo.

So, yeah. Am still silvernutmeg. Except, not. W00t.

D.C. is such a fun place to be a total tourist because all these great things are free.


First we headed for the Air and Space Museum, like the NOVA watching, model-rocket building dorks that we are. My dad had been there on previous trips, but he somehow failed to notice the model of the U.S.S. Enterprise (no, not that one) which some incredibly obsessive guy spent twelve years building. Not only was that his ship when he was in the Navy, but it was outfitted like the Enterprise of 1975, when he was serving. He geeked out and told me a lot more about life aboard an aircraft carrier than I'd ever heard before. We also crawled through the space capsule, listened to Douglas Adams telling us about GPS, and all that sort of thing.

We wandered through the Smithsonian Folk Festival, where all sorts of exciting things were going on as it was daytime now. There was actually a NOAA booth where they had some information about weather and boating or something, which amused me as they are, of course, my father's employers.

Had lunch in the Old Post Office, which has, among other things, a set of real change-ringing bells (the "Bells of Congress") in the clock tower, and, I have to say, I have a much better picture of what they were doing in The Nine Tailors now. There's also a fantastic view from the top of the clock tower, which is where the bells should be, except that it wasn't designed to actually hold any, which is why the bells are actually down below the clock face. A pyramid on the ceiling above the bells deflects the sound outward.

Our next stop was the National Gallery, where we did not even remotely attempt to see everything, but we went on a very nice, thoughtful tour based on the development of 19th century French painting. After that, we went to the Museum of American History and gawked at trains, and also listened to excerpts of Car Talk. (It was an exhibit on the development of transportation, naturally ...)

Then we drove back out towards Dulles. My dad only got lost twice. :D


I should go to bed. I'm playing "Take Your Daughter To Work Day" tomorrow.
  • Current Mood: tired tired
  • Current Music: an episode of Angel that I do not understand but it is the best thing on as far as I can tell
Yep. There's a rather extortionary fee, but it can be done.

And I just noticed the fact that Secret Service, abbreviated, would be "SS."

As I recall, that really confused me when I was but a wee one.

On a somewhat related note, I have a postcard for you that I think you will enjoy. :D Email me your address?
Fortunately, your rather distinctive mood theme saved me from said confusion. yay!
Several points:

~For many many years, I thought SS did stand for Secret Service.
~Have I mentioned lately how much I love Franz Ferdinand?  Whoever you are, I love your icon and I hope it loves me too.
~Meghan, if there were anyone who'd already know about this, it would be you, but I thought I should mention it anyway.  I'm a little out of the loop, I've been "flitting around the country" as my boss put it.
Dude, I'm flitting around the country as we speak. :D (Happy late birthday, BTW! I was on the right coast, but ... )

And no, I had no idea that cleolinda had done Prisoner of Azkaban, that's awesome. Have you read her Troy in 15 minutes? I was laughing to the point that people around me were disturbed.

Not that that's a common occurrence, or anything.

Oh no.

...
Troy in 15 minutes... well, NOW I've read it.  In fact I've spent the better part of this morning reading her stuff, thanks to you... but if it weren't for her site I wouldn't know the title of Book 6, hurrah!

But yeah, funny stuff.  Thanks for the birthday wishes, too. :)

Enjoy your flitting.
found you at random and skimmed through your entries, and you made me laugh after about three solid hours of nightmare recovery. so i like you. and i add you.
Well, hell. If I'd had a dream like that, I'd want to laugh about something, too. Damn. Glad to help.
*Curses!* Now, in your changing your name, my own has sort of become obsolete. Except not really. Do I change my info to "I am the whore of the former Silvernutmeg?" I'm so CONFUSED!! I think I'm going to Vegas to arrange my "shotgun" wedding.
I think that as long as you are at my beck and call forever, we have all of our bases covered.

*pouts* I want to be in the shotgun wedding! That would be so much cooler than being, like, a bridesmaid.
Do you think that if I stick electrical tape over the big red letters running diagonally across my license that say "NON-DRIVER", anyone will notice? Totally unobtrusive, right?

Also, people don't really mind when you steal their cars, right? I mean, especially if you just take them to Vegas for a couple of days. No big deal.
Aha, mystery solved. :-)

And yes, DC is a fabulous place to be a tourist. I grew up there and played tourist many, many times.
*grin* Yes, you suprised me until I visited your journal.

Why the name change?

*hugs*
*hugs*

I don't know, I felt like a change. Just a wee one, nothing too drastic. Besides, it's so much shorter! *g*

Besides, it's kind of fun, retroactively altering LiveJournal history.