So its Sunday of the vacation, and we have planned to spend the day with my old friend Dennis Wiley & his wife & son. We arrange to meet about 11am near the Museum of Natural History. Right before we get there, we get a call from Dennis saying that they are just leaving their trainstop and will be a little late. So we're hanging out around the terminal exit when we subjected too---"The Attack of the Killer Bees". Well, actually Kellie was subjected to the attack, and technically it was really only ONE bee that really was just sort of following her around. That was what really happened....if you want Kellie's version, it would be something like:
"...and then this bee, who was about the size of my hand, moved in and tried to attack me, and I looked right into his eyes....and I saw that he was laughing at me, mocking me and was saying 'I'm going to sting you and it's going to get infected and then you'll have to have surgery' and I was more scared than I've ever been by anything in my entire life."
Like I said....it was a lot of drama.
Finally the Wiley's showed up (30 minutes late--ahem) and after exchanging greetings with everyone (I didn't realize that Kim & Lori had never actually met) we headed over to the museum. The rest of the brood check out all the sites, while Dennis and I were busy rehashing the past, catching up on old friends and laughing about our exploits in the past that we hope our wives never hear about. (cough)
So then Dennis suggests a place for lunch and we head to a place called "Pizza Paradiso". Here's where you know you're in trouble when you walk into a pizza joint.....no one who looks remotely "Italian" works there. Ya know, sorta like going to a Chinese place in the mall and you notice that not one Chinese person---not even an Oriental--works there. I became concerned and then they brought the pizza. No sauce. By that, I don't mean there was just a "touch" of sauce. I mean NO SAUCE. Dennis started laughing and said---"I didn't know it was 'gourmet pizza'.
Actually the dough wasn't that bad and hey, Dennis paid for lunch. So then we headed over to the Museum of American History, which was actually a pretty cool place and was in the middle of a Beatles in America exhibit. About that time, the pizza began to try and make a re-appearence, if ya know what I mean and I think ya do....WHOA. Nothing like bad pizza. So we were going to head back to our hotel when we asked the Wiley's to join us for dinner. Lori and Kim quickly huddled (women!) and decided that we would go to the Cheesecake Factory, which is another place that Kim is never going to decline a visit too. Only problem? The restaurant is like 4 or 5 stops up the Metroline. So we get off and begin walking in the greater Maryland area....and we ain't finding no Cheesecake Factory. So we then walked BACK to the Metro and went back a couple of exits and then discovered the Cheesecake Factory which "only" had a wait of 30 minutes. Please not the sarcasm, because by this point its like 7:30 at night. We finally take a seat and I got some fried shrimp, which wasn't bad while we all watched Devin try and sleep in as uncomfortable a position as is humanly possible. We finally went our seperate ways after a good day. By the way, fair is fair---we picked up the check for dinner--the only "good " mean of the day. Not that I want to remind Dennis or anything.....ya know...that wouldn't be polite. (cough)
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