Thursday, 20 May 2010
Baltimore to DC, on Dubs
Apparently 'The Wire' is shot in Baltimore.
Get it, shot?
Conspicuously absent from the show, however, is the wonderfully quaint, delightfully family-friendly Baltimore Aquarium. There we found a rainforest, an exhibition on jellyfish, and a dolphin show that might have been better captured on a mesh hat and velvet painting collection. We liked it. Enough for Buzz to say, exiting the facility, "You know what, dude? Let's get the hell out of here."
And so we did. Baltimore was cool, but getting on our nerves. We needed a dose of motorcade and White House, monuments and malls, power brokers and homeless dudes telling us they liked our rims. Shit, we liked our rims too. But we endangered them anyway for the sake of gut-busting, heartburn-enducing chili dogs from a place called Ben's Chili Bowl in southeastern DC. We made a quick pit stop, enjoyed the sign reading "Obama and Bill Cosby eat for free, the rest of y'all suckas gotta pay," and took off for the aforementioned dignitary's house. You can get as close as the well-armed security guard 10 miles from the front lawn, then it's best to back away slowly with your instamatic cameras raised.
We took some pictures, dug on some monuments, popped the top and headed to the Nationals Park for a nail biter between two of the worst teams in the NL.
This trip rules.