First, let me just say that growing up about an hour outside of D.C. has left me completely spoiled in terms of what I expect from a museum. I expect them to be FREE. If not free, then maybe about $10 like in Baltimore.
We got to Philly around 3pm on Saturday. It was hot and sunny when we left Baltimore but cold and damp in Philly. I didn't pack a jacket or a sweater like a dumbass so I had to resort to wearing jeans under dresses. Yes, I brought back that god awful fashion craze of the early 2000's. Or I just looked like I fell off the boat.
We didn't really have a game plan for what to do Saturday aside from eating at the most magical Vegan restaurant ever so we just wandered around and figured we'd check out what we could. The line to the Liberty Bell was crazy long so we just kept walking until we hit the Constitution Center. They had some historical baseball exhibit (Straight from Cooperstown!! and I had no idea why that was significant until The Mr explained it to me... but then he couldn't tell me where Cooperstown was). We went in and I was shocked that we had to pay $20 each. For what? This museum didn't seem very fancy. And it doesn't even house the Constitution! What the hell am I paying for? I mean, I guess it was interesting... we walked through it at a leisurely pace not stopping to read much.
We also sat through one of the lamest presentations titled, "We the People". I guess it was supposed to inspire us to be better Americans and fill us with a sense of pride. I spent the majority of the presentation snickering like I was in middle school. Throughout the rest of the center, they had some little historical setups. I think I might have read about 3 of them... and I can't remember what I read.
I had jeans on underneath this. Hot stuff.
I'm pushing for a new look for the 5 dollar bill.
Me the The Mr outside of the center. Holy cannoli, it was cold outside.
The next day, we walked over to the museum area... about 2.5 miles away. I was stoked that we'd be passing Love park but was shocked that it wasn't actually a park. What the hell? It's a tiny sculture in front of a fountain. Why is this such a big deal?
We headed over to the Franklin Institute where they were having a big Star Wars exhibit.
Their little storm trooper outfits didn't seem very sturdy and they actually look like they're wearing cloth diapers.
Darth Vadar was a midget! I thought Spaceballs was just kidding...
We actually didn't go through the Star Wars exhibit. And folks - if you're getting baby fever and want to put a stop to it? Go to this f'n museum on a Sunday. You'll hate kids.
This museum was DOO DOO. Half of the shit didn't even work! It reminded me of a really run down Maryland Science Center but I can't even claim that I would have fun in this museum if I was a kid. It sucked balls and it was expensive. I want my money back, fuckers!
We trekked over to The Philadelphia Museum of Art made famous by Rocky... so much so that they actually have a statue of him just outside.
We lucked out and got there on "pay what you want Sunday". I wanted to pay $1 but The Mr forked over $6. Boooo... anywho, this museum is huge.
Right after taking this, a security guard ran over and said we weren't allowed to use a flash. While I understand that for painting and whatnot, we were in the main atrium. Really? What is our flash affecting?
Another downer was all the construction going on outside of the museum.
I wanted to check out 2 more museums but after walking here and around the museum, my feet and back couldn't take it anymore. Have I mentioned that getting old kind of sucks?
However, by the time we made it back to Old City - we noticed that the line for the Liberty Bell was very short. So we took a quick trip in to check it out (and skipped all of the historical crap before it).
And that is how dumb I looked all weekend.
This trip solidified why The Mr and I work so well... we go through museums quickly and only skim over all of the information. We have short attention spans.
Old City is beautiful and we loved all of the houses. They really maintained the historical features and architecture (unlike Baltimore that had a brief love affair with formstone). I think that if we never make it to NYC to live, I would be very happy in Philly.
Next post... gift exchange!
