I'm training to guide Operation Spy tours, "a one hour interactive tour" where visitors become spies. Basically. I've been there for a little over week, and my excitement about spies is at the same level (ZOMGSPIEZZ!!!), but my perception of them is slightly altered. It was a sad and startling realization that real spies are not James Bond. Real spies are by-the-book ordinary schmoes who don't draw attention to themselves and when you ask, tell boring stories such "Oh, you know, I worked a little in the US then just ended up here." However, as only a part time spy, I get to use a walkie-talkie and that's awesome.
Last night I did some non-walkie-talkie phone banking for Obama and on Saturday I'm going door-to-door with a friend in Virginia. I keep getting emails from various Obama-supporting groups that read "On the morning of November 5th, do you want to be saying you wish you'd done more? Go do ________." No, I *don't* want November 5th to suck! They're very convincing.
More importantly, this entire weekend was spent not working because MY FAMILY WAS HERE! My mom, brother, sister-in-law and nephews came down and we had several full days of going to the Zoo, the Air & Space Museum, and a bunch of monuments. The highlight for my nephews was seeing as orangutan at the zoo pick its nose. Seriously. They applauded. The highlight for me was the following:
After seeing the Washington Monument (Gavin, George Washington was the first president) and the Lincoln Memorial (Gavin, Abe Lincoln was a great president), we pointed out the White House. Being the smart kid he is, he applied his logic.
Becky: "Gavin, that's where the president lives."
Gavin: "Oh. [pause] Is he dead?"
No zombies in the White House. Not in 2008, not ever.
We also ordered out from Five Guys. Have you ever been to Five Guys? I hadn't either. It's a burger place and that's about it (although some of them now offer "VEGGIE DOGS!"). Sean psyched it up to be this awesome experience, and we went and ordered greasy, artery-clogging food for the whole family. A little of this, a little of that, plus five orders of fries.
Now, I don't know about you, but when I order fries, I expect them to come in a little box, maybe a paper cup. Call me old-fashioned. And I don't know what the cause of this was: maybe they are being green by cutting down on waste. Maybe they were frustrated with Sean for ordering so slowly. Maybe they were trying to mess with us. Whatever the cause, we ended up with one grease-stained grocery bag entirely full of several pounds of french fries...and nothing else. No box, no cups, not even a napkin.
Five ketchups just didn't cut it.
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