A Travellerspoint blog

May 2010

Drizzly museum day

Owen went to work today, so I found a nice lady on Couchsurfing named Ebony to come to the Maryland Institute College of Art. It's convocation week, so they had a giant special exhibit of everyone's theses.

That was really interesting.

We went for coffee at Donna's and then strolled the exhibits, some of the stuff was really crazy, others really pretty. Ebony picked me up and drove us to the museum because it was raining, and then I walked all the way back passing the Washington Memorial (the first one ever built) and a bunch of other noteworthy pretty buildings.

I wanted to climb up, but it's closed on Mondays.

The weather was not as nice as yesterday, so I was glad that I spent the day at the museum instead today.

MICA art installation

MICA art installation


Ebony and fashion design

Ebony and fashion design


MICA

MICA


MICA Brown Center for digital art and design

MICA Brown Center for digital art and design


I like the architecture

I like the architecture


Washington Monument

Washington Monument


More architecture that I like

More architecture that I like


Charles St.

Charles St.


Mt. Vernon Park

Mt. Vernon Park


War and a Lion

War and a Lion


A fountain

A fountain


Mt. Vernon Park

Mt. Vernon Park


John Paul II prayer garden

John Paul II prayer garden


Nice fountain again

Nice fountain again


Typical street in Federal Hill

Typical street in Federal Hill


Typical Federal Hill street

Typical Federal Hill street


Owen's apartment

Owen's apartment

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Orioles Game and craaaaaaaaabs

I got up early so I went to this random church to see what was going on. It was pretty boring, but they gave me coffee and pineapple upside down cake afterwards. A homeless man was there begging for money from people.

Owen got Orioles tickets from work so we went to that. It was really boring. Honestly, who watches baseball anymore? In Baltimore though, a lot of people still watch baseball I learned.

The stands were filled with people in black and orange and we just hung out, ate a sausage and drank more Budweiser (because we didn't have enough yesterday I guess).

The Orioles lost to the Cleveland Indians. They have been losing pretty consistently, but still the fans flock to the stadium. That's dedication I guess.

After the game, we came back and Owen took a nap, snoring on the couch. I finished the blog and then we set off for a real Baltimore experience. LP Steamers on the outskirts of town. It's apparently the cheapest and best place to get crabs steamed and covered in spicy Old Bay. They put a big piece of paper on the plastic table on the deck and you mash the crabs to bits while you pick out the meat and lick your fingers clean.

We also got a big plate of oysters/shrimp/lobster/scallops/mussels/clams. Wowwwwwww, definitely would recommend this place. It was a great way to end a lazy Sunday afternoon.

On our way home, we stopped at the grocery store, where I witnessed the most giant donuts I have ever seen in my life. I did not buy one for your information.

We were about to go up on the roof when Owen found the way to the fire escape. He had some work things to do so I hung out there until bedtime.

Oriole Park

Oriole Park


Camden Yards

Camden Yards


Eutaw St.

Eutaw St.


Oriole Park's jumbotron

Oriole Park's jumbotron


Warming up

Warming up


Me vs. sausage

Me vs. sausage


Orioles are losing

Orioles are losing


LP Steamers, we ate on the back deck

LP Steamers, we ate on the back deck


Me vs. crabs

Me vs. crabs


Owen vs. crabs

Owen vs. crabs


Giant donuts

Giant donuts


The roof

The roof


The fire escape

The fire escape

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Get yo' Preak on!

Ohhhh my what a crazy party Preakness is. If anybody tells you 1) it's too violent or 2) it's too wet/disgusting/dirty never ever listen to them.

If you like masses of people binge drinking themselves into oblivion, rocking out to amazing bands and getting sunburnt in the hot southern sun, this is the place for you.

I did not see any fights and the only thing disgusting was the close-to-overflowing porta potties.

This is how it goes. Basically there are cops EVERYWHERE directing all the white people through the huge slum that surrounds Pimlico racetrack. You cannot get lost. The cops do not want you to stray and get in trouble, so they are almost holding your hand as you board the shuttle bus and walk the (i'm guessing) 3 km into the track.

After you walk all the way from the shuttle bus into the "infield" the fun begins. We were part of the "mug club" which you can join for a $20 add on to your ticket. It gets you free Bud Light all day and a stylish red plastic mug with a Jagermeister keychain collar. I was so obsessed with not bringing a bag with me, that I completely forgot my ID. I managed to talk myself into getting a mug without it, and here's why. The line to get the mugs was not a line at all. A huge mob had formed outside the mug club and all of a sudden people started pushing their way through. The riot had begun. By the time I made it to the front, I had come up with all different kinds of schemes to get my mug without ID. Finally, it went like this:

"I'm from Canada, I forgot my ID!" I scream to the bracelet lady as I'm being pushed into the tent.

"No problem, what year were you born?!" She screams back.

"1981"

"Give me your wrist," and so I got my bracelet.

If we had been there at a less busy point in the day, I guess I would've missed out on my $20 worth of Bud. For shame!

So, the next mission was food for Owen. I already ate breakfast and was not enthralled with the fare for offer. Owen picked the food with the shortest line up, even though the jambalaya looked pretty freaking awesome. Chicken fingers.

Mission #2: Find out when Collective Soul is playing.

Easy enough, some people are already there at the front of the stage. 2:30. No problem, it's only 1:45.

Mission #3: See at least one horse race. We go and find the edge of the infield, which is next to impossible. People have caution tape up around staking their claim on the earth. They get there early, but I don't think that entitles them to "own" a 5x5'' plot of land for the day. Whatever.

Two seconds pass and I almost miss the horses running by. I see them go by in a plume of dust.

Mission #4: Go watch Collective Soul. Awesome. What'shisname's voice sounds exactly the same and they play all the songs that you'd expect. Shine, Gel, World I Know, etc. etc.

A guy in front of me keeps saying "Did you see that?! He looked at us!"

"Yep, awesome." Hahaha.

Then we went over to see O.A.R. I don't really know them that well, but they have that one song Scattered on the radio. So I wasn't expecting much. Holy crap was I wrong. They were a great jam band. These southern folk really know how to put on a party.

Mission #5: Try and use a porta potty. There is not so much of a long lineup for the washrooms, but the most amazing thing is that as you are standing there, you can literally watch the horses run the race around you.

Mission #6 Make it home safe. Haha. Again, the police might as well hold our hands and lift us up onto the bus. We know exactly where to go, but still they block us off from straying into the projects.

Mission #7: Find some oysters. This one didn't pan out, unfortunately. The line was too long and we were too hungry, so instead we went to Pubdog and ordered an insanely delicious mustard and chicken pizza.

And that is the end of the crazy amazing long day at the Preakness.

Me and Owen on the Metro

Me and Owen on the Metro


Me and Owen on the bus

Me and Owen on the bus


The bus is full

The bus is full


Pimlico!

Pimlico!


My first horse of the day

My first horse of the day


I am drinking this illegally

I am drinking this illegally


Owen had no problem

Owen had no problem


Horses

Horses


Horse race

Horse race


Zac Brown band

Zac Brown band


Collective Soul

Collective Soul


Flying ads

Flying ads


Lots of police helicopters

Lots of police helicopters


The Collective Soul crowd

The Collective Soul crowd


Girls

Girls


Crazy CS fan

Crazy CS fan


Collective Soul

Collective Soul


Collective Soul

Collective Soul


Organized beer pong

Organized beer pong


Organized foosball

Organized foosball


O.A.R.

O.A.R.


O.A.R.

O.A.R.


Owen's head reflects the light

Owen's head reflects the light


Me vs. Pubdog pizza

Me vs. Pubdog pizza


Owen at Cross St. Market

Owen at Cross St. Market


The pretty night sky outside Owen's house

The pretty night sky outside Owen's house

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Flight to B-More

George made me sleep at least a few hours before leaving for Baltimore, so that was good. I didn't want to bug him for a ride to the airport, so I figured I'd just stay up all night and sleep on the plane.

That never happens so George's idea was great. I got dropped off really early for my flight and I saw a lady from my church, Jan who was traveling with her friend Barbara to a Susan Boyle fan meetup in Texas. They were hilarious.

We both switched flights in Chicago, so I waited with them at their gate until they left and then I went over to mine. It seemed like all the other flights in the concourse were overbooked, so I asked our ticket guy if our flight was too. No such luck. Snap!

Anyway, the flight was uneventful. I noticed there were a lot of golf courses around Baltimore as we flew into the airport. Owen would probably like that a lot if he had a car.

I was supposed to be picked up at around 2 p.m. so I waited around outside at the arrivals sign, still no one was there. Then I borrowed some random guy's phone and called Owen, who was waiting for me inside. Sigh!

He dropped me off and then I walked all day long in the hot hot sun all the way to Fort McHenry, where that dude wrote the national anthem.

On the way back, I stopped for a rest at Tide Point which is a former industrial zone revamped into office space for a bunch of design firms etc.

Owen was just about done work, so I went back to Federal Hill area to meet him. I missed his call twice, so I was aimlessly walking around for no reason. These new fangled technological devices, I don't know how to use them.

We dropped off the zip car and it rained like a maniac. It was torrential! We decided to walk all the way back instead of getting in a cab. It was kind of hilarious until I realized my lavender-coloured shirt was pretty much nonexistent in the wetness.

We got changed and headed to Regi's, which is a restaurant where Jenna Bush apparently hangs out sometimes. There was a delicious meal on the patio and we walked home through cobblestone streets.

Barbara and Jan at O'Hare

Barbara and Jan at O'Hare


Domino Sugar Sign

Domino Sugar Sign


Behind the fence

Behind the fence


Me at O'Hare

Me at O'Hare


Sweet tea $1

Sweet tea $1


Fort McHenry

Fort McHenry


Orpheus

Orpheus


Orpheus 2

Orpheus 2


Orpheus explanation

Orpheus explanation


Fort McHenry inside

Fort McHenry inside


Believe in this trash can please

Believe in this trash can please


Sign about immigration

Sign about immigration


Tide Point

Tide Point


Tide Point

Tide Point


Baltimore from Tide Point

Baltimore from Tide Point


Baltimore from Tide Point

Baltimore from Tide Point


Repuposed foundry

Repuposed foundry


Museum of Industry

Museum of Industry


I liked this house

I liked this house


Golden Hand

Golden Hand


Museum of Visionary Art

Museum of Visionary Art

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