Museum

Man, I didn’t even want to blog about the hot dog prices yet. Reading Tristram Shandy (awesome birthday present from an even more awesome wife) is getting to me already.
We went to the Museum of Natural History today, where you get to set your own price. You have to have a ticket to get in, but the ticket “price” is a “suggested donation” and you can (really) just give what you find appropriate. You just need to have the nerve to do so. I try to do some quick triangulation on potential food purchases, crowdedness discomfort, and gift-shop distraction to figure what I think is fair. It’s better still when Julie’s along because the corporate membership lets you skip the longer lines.
Anyway, we’re at the museum and it turns out things are no longer so easy with the two young’uns because Coco no longer does everything Madge says. He wants to see skeletons and she wants to see stuffed animals.
Now what.
We go home early. Yay.
But we run into a hot dog stand on the way to the subway.