For once in ever we awoke without a plan. So I thought it was about time I took the rocket scientist to go see a rocket. We went on a train adventure to the USC campus to visit the space shuttle at the California Science Center. Before even going in, we got suckered for an ice cream treat from the mago man. We had had ice cream not even 12 hours ago so clearly we needed some more. He said the rose gardens there blew all the rose gardens he had ever seen in his life out of the water. I pointed out the Bones stock shots of the Jeffersonian from either view from the gardens, and he took pictures of flowers. There were kids swimming in the water feature, and I was so tempted, but we had a space shuttle to see so we forged on.
We got tickets for the Imax Hubble movie and Endeavor viewing. There were screaming, whiny children everywhere but we did our best to not step on any. We saw bits of the museum here and there. There's a wall of ice that is really useful for sore climbing fingers (I'm sure that's a problem we all have, not being able to find an icy hole to fit our fingers in). After a good while oohing and aahing at the space shuttle, we went on a search for pizza because I always want pizza. We got to watch a quidditch practice session while we ate on campus. It was great. If there's any sport you need to watch, it's quidditch. ultravioletly relieved,
jt
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