A Guy-seum

Where do you go when it’s just you and your husband and son and they are both into aviation?  Why, a Guy-seum of course.  What is a Guy-seum you may ask?  Well, let’s just say that most of the patrons who are rapt with interest are of the male variety.  AKA…Guys. 

And what is the closest Guy-seum? Well, in my neck of the woods, that would be the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum of course—satellite at Dulles.  And since it was my husband’s birthday I couldn’t exactly complain.

Now most of the things are guy-centric and there are pretty much a lot of, well, airplanes.  I still had fun, and I learned a lot. 

Where so you urinate in space, when there is no gravity?  I mean, really now, it would just fly around wouldn’t it?  How about a sort of space diaper?

And do you really need to apply makeup in SPACE?  I learned that if you had the inclination you could pull out your trusty makeup case. As a result there are no scary, frumpy, bed-head women astronauts in space where no one can hear you scream.

Of course it you wanted to play a game of scrabble there is always the magnetic scrabble game that is included in any good astronaut’s gear.  What no DVD player?

I found it kind of interesting that the “Enterprise.” Space shuttle never really went into space but was just kind of a test ship and only flew on top of a jet.

I saw the Concorde and wondered why they didn’t figure out a way to make them actually fiscally usable, since they are so quick and everyone is always in such a hurry.

After a while though, the plentiful airplanes hanging here and there just started to blend together viewed with my oh so my female eyes so I just sat in the museum Mickey Dee’s and read a book while the guys took it all in. 

Next time, it’s going to be a Girl-seum.  I looked it up and discovered that there is a shoe museum (Really there is, I wouldn’t kid you) in Toronto so it looks like a plan to me.