German Invasion

I just processed the third German schoolgroup this month, which means that I'm picking up on things they say such as "Vas ist dein addressen uf dist Hostel?". Except they say it with umlauts.


This is on most buses, and it says "three million miles without a preventable accident". Some wag wrote underneath, "but how many unpreventables?"




In fantastically improbable news, we were able to visit the SPY MUSEUM yesterday. Although there were 'no photography' signs everywhere, I managed to snap this shot. Like the ninja, I too can be stealthy.

The museum was a lot more extensive that I had hoped (nay, dreamed) for. There were multiple levels and a Aston Martin. We were able to crawl through a short span of duct, complete with carpeted floor just like in real life.

After that experience we needed some big box retail therapy, so we checked out the brand spanking new Target up in Columbia Heights. Oh lordy, where to begin? They had a Pizza Hut and a Starbucks in the cafeteria area. Everything was clean. They had an escalator for the shopping carts so you could go from level one to two and back down with the same cart. The only downside: the Icee machine was out of order. And it advertised Twizzler-flavored strawberry Icees, the kind that make me weak in the knees. I am considering a strongly worded email to Target reminding them of the financial loss they took when I did not buy one.

On the way back, I had a chance encounter with my mortal enemy, Blooniez.






She deliberately taunted me.








Like a giant balloon raspberry.








I used Travis as the 'oh, I'm not taking a picture of you freaks, I'm taking a picture of this very ordinary man standing on the street corner' guy.







A shameful retreat. Better luck next time.