Lord Stanley, Lord Stanley..

I had a fantastic weekend that went by entirely too fast. Not only did my super sweet boyfriend drive out to visit me, but we got to watch the Pens bring the Cup back to Pittsburgh. I can't think of a better start to a wonderful weekend than that. On Saturday we went to the Smithsonian Air and Space Museum. They have planes hanging from the ceiling and tons of exhibits about the progression of flight technology which was interesting. One of my favorite parts is the exhibit that lets you walk in part of an airbus plane (maybe that's what it's called?) and see the cockpit. There are five million buttons, I don't know how the pilots don't accidentally push the wrong one. I know I would and probably sink the whole plane into an ocean somewhere just because I wanted to see all the pretty buttons lit up. Future note, don't let Kelsey fly any planes.

On Sunday we went to the National Aquarium which was a lot of fun. The aquarium is located in the same building as the Department of Commerce which is kind of odd I think. The aquarium was a little smaller than you'd expect since it's in the nation's capitol, but it was still pretty awesome. I could watch fish swim all day; this aquarium has a lot of different types of fish and there are also little frogs and a few snakes as well.

I decided last Friday that I was going to start buying weekly metro passes to save some money. The pass is definitely a lot cheaper than paying for each ride. Somehow my fare card got demagnetized (now I know not to let it float around in my purse freely). So I can't feed my card through the turnstile machines like everyone else. Instead, I have to go through the emergency exit gate and show my pass to the person working the metro booth. At first I thought this would be a good thing because I could skip the line at the turnstiles and sneak through the emergency exit... and a lot of times it works just fine because most of the workers don't even look to see that I'm holding up my pass anyway. But this morning I ran into a worker who did care. He cared a lot. He felt the need to inspect my pass and ask me questions for about 15 minutes until I told him I didn't have time for his issues because I was going to be late for work. I'm hoping I don't run into any more of those picky workers because that will get old really fast and I have to put up with it until Thursday when I get a new pass. This would happen to me... I've got that old fashioned Keller luck (thanks Dad.)