Do you know what the best part about waking up bright and (ridiculously) early on a Monday morning is?
To see that it's downpouring outside! Hurrah! Just when I thought things couldn't get any better! I trudged to work with my dress pants tucked jauntily into my galoshes, pretending like I couldn't feel the rain soaking all of my clothing (despite hiding beneath my umbrella.) I don't mind the rain if I can hide away in my apartment and watch scary movies or something, but actually having to get up and go somewhere in the rain makes me one hell of a cranky bitch.
To see that it's downpouring outside! Hurrah! Just when I thought things couldn't get any better! I trudged to work with my dress pants tucked jauntily into my galoshes, pretending like I couldn't feel the rain soaking all of my clothing (despite hiding beneath my umbrella.) I don't mind the rain if I can hide away in my apartment and watch scary movies or something, but actually having to get up and go somewhere in the rain makes me one hell of a cranky bitch.
My sentiments exactlyDC is just running the whole weather gambit lately. Friday and Saturday were hot and sunny, and we clocked in around 85 degrees; Sunday it downpoured again and the weather dropped into the mid-60's. Last night there was not only a fucking tornado watch, there was also a fucking tornado somewhere outside the city. I couldn't figure out where it was, because every time the news said it this morning, I was gargling or in the other room or eating my cereal (it's very loud to chew it, really) but still. And today is 60 and pouring. Tomorrow? The same. Then back up to the mid-70s. Talk about a pain in my ass.
On a lighter note, however, Erin bought me tickets to - drumroll, please! - the SPY MUSEUM for my birthday!!! I've been dying to go ever since I first came to DC, and never actually managed it in the four entire years I was here for college. I blame it on the booze.
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Anyway, it was amazing! First we went in and did the Operation Spy simulation, in which Erin and I proved that while we're arse at surveillance, and totally would fail out of it during CIA training, we had the best intuition of the group; if only they'd trusted us and not Topaz! If we'd had our way, we would've saved the Trigger and made sure that nuclear warfare stayed out of the hands of the Kandhar Black Ops group. Damn you, tourists!
Then we spent 2 or so hours wandering around the museum, where we learned all sorts of fascinating tidbits about spies, especially during the major wars. We learned that Aldrich Ames was willing to sell his country out for only 2.7 million dollars (seriously, I know it was like 1985, but that is still not enough money to sell out your role as head of the fucking CIA to work for the KGB of all people!) and learned that in the 50's, even after celebrating the amazing achievements of a spy that helped crack the Nazi codes during WWII, one brave man was driven to suicide because - oops! - he was a homosexual and even though he saved the Allies' asses, they wanted to torture him with humiliating hormonal treatments because, you know, homosexuality was a crime. Ah yes, that makes perfect sense. I love the government.
Also, there was an exhibit on Ninjas!!!!
After wards, we hit up the gift shop, and I got myself yet another shot glass to add to my collection, while Erin rapturously delved into the hundreds of books about spies, historical plots, and all the other things that set her little heard a-patter. All-in-all, downpour aside, it was a fabulous day. Oh, and we have pictures somewhere of me attempting to crawl through an air duct... I'm still debating over whether or not to post them. Flattering, they are not, but they're quite amusing. Perhaps next time.
On a lighter note, however, Erin bought me tickets to - drumroll, please! - the SPY MUSEUM for my birthday!!! I've been dying to go ever since I first came to DC, and never actually managed it in the four entire years I was here for college. I blame it on the booze.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Anyway, it was amazing! First we went in and did the Operation Spy simulation, in which Erin and I proved that while we're arse at surveillance, and totally would fail out of it during CIA training, we had the best intuition of the group; if only they'd trusted us and not Topaz! If we'd had our way, we would've saved the Trigger and made sure that nuclear warfare stayed out of the hands of the Kandhar Black Ops group. Damn you, tourists!
Then we spent 2 or so hours wandering around the museum, where we learned all sorts of fascinating tidbits about spies, especially during the major wars. We learned that Aldrich Ames was willing to sell his country out for only 2.7 million dollars (seriously, I know it was like 1985, but that is still not enough money to sell out your role as head of the fucking CIA to work for the KGB of all people!) and learned that in the 50's, even after celebrating the amazing achievements of a spy that helped crack the Nazi codes during WWII, one brave man was driven to suicide because - oops! - he was a homosexual and even though he saved the Allies' asses, they wanted to torture him with humiliating hormonal treatments because, you know, homosexuality was a crime. Ah yes, that makes perfect sense. I love the government.
Also, there was an exhibit on Ninjas!!!!After wards, we hit up the gift shop, and I got myself yet another shot glass to add to my collection, while Erin rapturously delved into the hundreds of books about spies, historical plots, and all the other things that set her little heard a-patter. All-in-all, downpour aside, it was a fabulous day. Oh, and we have pictures somewhere of me attempting to crawl through an air duct... I'm still debating over whether or not to post them. Flattering, they are not, but they're quite amusing. Perhaps next time.
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