Ten years later - or what I did on my vacation. . .

I grew up in Southern Maryland. I tend to just tell people I grew up in the DC area, but as with all other major metropolitan areas, different regions surrounding the city have different cultures. One thing our area was famous for was tobacco fields, sweet white corn, and hard shell crabs.

For years, I've wanted to get crabs while I was visiting. Finally, Wednesday, I did!! (blogger wouldn't let me in yesterday). Being a good (hah) blogger, I remembered to take a picture of them.



Unfortunately, it was the first time Sarah had ever seen food cooked and presented in it's 'original' form. She was horrified that I would break open these animals and eat them! She started to cry a bit because she felt so bad for the crabs. It made it a little tougher to enjoy them - but I still enjoyed them!!

As a bonus, here is a picture of the girls at the National Gallery Sculpture Garden. This was after touring the Gallery and the Air and Space Museum - so they enjoyed dipping their toes in the water.




I'd write about my thoughts about the Harry Potter movie, which I saw Wednesday at midnight, but I know that a few people haven't seen it yet, so I'll wait a bit before I tell them. I will share the experience from outside the theatre:

Normally I don't bother with midnight showings, just have never been that interested in being first. The line was long and the movie theatre workers were just a little more aggressive than they needed to be (including threats to move people to the back of the line if they didn't stay in a single file line and instead "bubbled" making it really tough to talk to the people you are with. They had two screens the movie was showing on - a bigger screen and a smaller screen. Mom was really opposed to being in the smaller theatre and sitting in the front few rows.

So, we were directed to the larger theatre and told that there were 44 more seats. The were starting to seat people in the smaller theatre too. When mom realized that we would be sitting in the front, she made a break for it and dragged us all to the smaller theatre. When the guy asked if we were sent to that theatre, mom lied and said "yes." So, she happily sat in the smaller theatre and not in the front and loved the movie! My mother, the rebel.