My sister-in-law made me an offer I couldn't refuse tonight: did I want to tag along with her to the International Spy Museum's Educator Night Out? A museum filled with history and gadgets? How could I resist?! I'd been there years ago, but was overdue for another trip. I'm quite glad I went, as many of the exhibits seemed new to me. And like I said, I never grow tired of looking at miniature cameras, guns and other spy toys. I also forgot how hands on the museum is, giving you the chance to listen in on bugs and crawl through duct work.
Unexpected bonus: they had food and drink. Specifically the Teachertini. Want to make your own, here's the contents: Vodka, White Cranberry Juice, Triple Sec and Lime Juice.
All those teachers, and not one of them corrected my grammar or asked if I had a hall pass. Whew.
Really, it was a blast. Of course, I got photos.
Riding the elevator up to the top of the museum. With funky colored lights, you know this museum is going to be good!
Me, climbing out of the duct work. Apologies for showing some leg.
Like a Ninja! Don't forget my brother David's rule: when entering a room, make sure to clear the ceiling for Ninjas. That's how they get you!
Pigeon powered communication! The perfect hack for Ben; touching and sentimental for Maryn. It was perhaps the ideal exhibit.
You can't see it in this photograph, but this is Maryn successfully lying her butt off. She answered every question right to deceive the simulate security guard. David, good luck buddy. You're going to need it.
Maryn showing off her James Bond athletic skills!
Who's that bond like villain? We may never know.
How could I be in DC and not get the obligatory shutdown picture?