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My name is G and these are the true stories of my adventures.

Thursday, April 15, 2010

St. Louis "Marathon" Weekend

Here are a few more photos from my first weekend in St. Louis...


We went to the Arch, of course, and I got a history lesson on its construction as well as a few cool photos.


Touching the Arch is supposed to be good luck, so we gave it a whirl.



I also got to sample some St. Louie cuisine, including the famous Imo's pizza and toasted ravioli! Yum!


Art Hill and the museum in Forest Park on a gloriously sunny day.



This was the first time I'd been to one of Stretch's races, but I think grabbing a cup of coffee while I wait for him to get to the finish line will work nicely as my regular race day routine.



Wednesday, April 14, 2010

St. Louis City Museum: Recapture Your Childhood for Just $12

St. Louis City Museum

I was a scrawny, decidedly unathletic wisp of a child -- all sharp angles and toothpicky limbs. No matter what sport the other kids were playing, my attempts to join in typically ended quickly and unceremoniously with a nose bleed or an asthma attack. Just watching a game of dodgeball gave me bruises.

Despite my somewhat fragile constitution, I eventually discovered that I was reasonably coordinated and found a blissful sanctuary on the playground: the monkey bars.

Twenty years later, I'm still avoiding dodgeball games, but sadly, my friends and I have outgrown the monkey bars...

Until this weekend.

St. Louis City Museum

As part of our move from "dating" to "seriously dating," Stretch took me to St. Louis to "watch him run in the St. Louis Marathon" (read: "meet his parents and tour his hometown"). On my little tour, he took me to St. Louis City Museum, which is basically a ginormous indoor/outdoor jungle gym for grown-ups.

Here are some photos, but you really need to see this place to believe it.

St. Louis City Museum

St. Louis City Museum

St. Louis City Museum

Stretch squeezing through a giant slinky to get from one floor to the next. Being skinny and flexible has never been more convenient.


Slides!! Woo hoo!!!

St. Louis City Museum

Outside, the giant slinky madness continues as we hover three stories above the ground with only some twisted re-bar keeping us from a grisly death.

St. Louis City Museum

St. Louis City Museum

St. Louis City Museum

St. Louis City Museum

Stretch likes the chains in the castle, though it occurs to me that this might be the most dangerous part of the whole ordeal.

St. Louis City Museum

Luckily, neither of us fell down this staircase, and we left City Museum feeling fulling twenty years younger.