Washington, D.C. With The Family, As Told Through Google Images, Part II
Oh, boy! Here we go again. When I last left you, my parents were nearly in tears after being forced to eat Indian food and endure my sister’s taunts. What will happen next?! The theatre, that’s what!
My brother-in-law and all-around good guy, Sean, had gotten tickets to see Spamalot at the National Theatre. So Sunday morning, we went to the gym, got dressed and headed to the show. For some reason, our nation’s government allowed the WNBA to have some sort of fan fest right by the theatre, so there was a ton of traffic. I’m sorry, but I don’t even know why the government allows the WNBA to exist. It’s women playing sports! Hello? What’s next? Cats running businesses? You fellas know what I’m talking about, right?!
Anyway, we dropped off my mom, dad, and sister, and looked for a parking space. It took a long time, but we managed to find one. Sean and I missed the first couple scenes of the show, but luckily for me, I’ve seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail about 15 times, so I knew what happened. The show itself was pretty good. The first act contained a number of scenes that were taken verbatim from the film, so that was a little disappointing. But I liked most of the songs, and the majority of the actors did a great job. Oh, you may be wondering why I would go all the way to Washington to see a Broadway show when I live in New York. Well, I’m not really allowed in most Broadway theaters after some unfortunateness. Last year, I got a little high on angel dust and went to see Wicked. Oh, by the way, don’t ever do angel dust and go to a Broadway show. Anyway, during the show, I freaked out a little bit and I ran on stage and tried to fight all the witches. It took ten stagehands to subdue me. So now my picture is in the box office of every theatre on Broadway with a note that says, “Do not allow this man in.” But I finally got my headshot in a Broadway theatre! Zingadingaroo!!!
After the show, we walked around and then went to dinner at a seafood restaurant. They didn’t give us a pager to let us know when our table was ready like they do at Red Lobster, but it was still pretty cool. They had a number of freshly-caught fish they would cook anyway you like, so I had the sea bass nachos. Not the best sea bass nachos I’ve ever had, but then again, I am the owner and proprietor of Captain Jack’s Mexican Fishery and Taco Emporium. You want good Sea Bass Nachos, that’s where you go. They’re listed on the menu as “basschos.”
After dinner, we went back to my sister’s house and ate more ice cream. I don’t know what it is about my sister’s house, but whenever we go there, my family eats like 4 gallons of ice cream. Who knows why? Not me, sir. Not me. Oh, then there was a huge thunderstorm. It rained for about 12 hours straight. The next morning, my sister couldn’t get to work and my parents’ flight had been delayed. I could sense the terror in my sister’s eyes as she contemplated the fact that my parents might be stuck at her house for an indefinite period of time. Luckily, my parents got onto a later flight, which meant my sister would not have to fake a heart attack to get some peace and quiet.
I ended up travelling a little the next day and then came back to New York. I missed it. Oh, and I caught a chicken on the bus back home. I named him Sir Pecks-a-lot and he lives in a pen on my roof. But don’t tell my landlord. He hates chickens!
P.S. Can you believe I found another photo of that puppy eating ice cream?
Previously: Washington, D.C. With The Family, As Told Through Google Images
