Museum Madness

I am sitting in the kitchen listening to Billy Baldwin try to act. Yesterday was a big Vitamin D filled day, with walks downtown to all my favourite shops, more resume dropping off (things went well this time and I didn't stutter or destroy anyone's workplace with my lack of grace) and a trip to the museum with Jamie.

Different museum than last time -- this one is in the middle of downtown in a grand, white old building. I have been wanting to go inside from the first moment I set eyes on Chilliwack, and it was ... well. It was disappointing kind of, but I think that was mostly because I didn't encounter the ghost of an old British gentleman or become tantalized by a mysterious riddle I accidentally stumbled across inside an antique grandfather clock, which I then had to solve with the help of my two best friends Bess and George. (By the way, for those of you who didn't get my Nancy Drew reference, the thing I remember most about the books when I read them was that Bess was always described as liking to eat, and the ghost writers would spend a whole lot of time trying to politely word themselves around the fact that Bess was kind of a fat ass.)

I was most excited by the sweeping stairway at the museum, which has a big white balcony and huge pillars and an adorable old woman who runs the front, who was so cute I kind of wanted to shrink her down and carry her around with me in my pocket. I think it would work out really well, because she could bake miniature pies and give grandmotherly advice and kill infidels with lasers. *

Jamie took a picture of me on the front stairs, but unfortunately I am awkward and never know how to pose in pictures of myself. Here I am wondering what to do with my shoulders.

The grandness of the building also made it possible for us to pretend that Jamie was a stately politician, possibly running for President (because apparently, historically, we are suddenly American.) ... in a navy blue sweatshirt. Either way, I would totally vote for him. Actually, I'd like to think I'd be awesome at aiding campaigns. I'd be great at making posters and using the word "Awesome" in positive ways and writing things in giant letters across my breasts while walking around town.

*Because all old women have lasers.

Labels: Photographs, Sarah Land, Travels