Death Chic

This morning my children bounced out of bed with so much energy there should have been an eight ball of coke behind it. Since I have been trapped in this house with these kids for a spring break that has dragged on for way too long already I glared at my darlings wearily and figured Screw it, we’re going out in public anyway.

Then we went to the state capitol.

I’m sorry if you were trying to have a conversation Mr. Yelling Into His Cell Phone. Apparently my son disrupted your ranting as he ran past you on his way through the ironically named “peace” garden.

Hello homeless man! Were you sleeping on that there bench? No longer! Meet my daughter, the one who has never met a stranger, as she awakens you with a hearty “HI! MY NAME’S SOPHIA! WHAT’S YOURS?!?! ARE YOU CAMPING MISTER?”

Hello Mr. State Trooper! I bet you were hoping that today might be the day the capitol building finally gets taken over by terrorists or that, at the bare minimum, someone gets mouthy enough for you to remind everyone that you do, in fact, carry a sidearm. You live for that stuff don’t you? Too bad! You get the Matulich Clan instead and while my children won’t do anything that would come close to justifying your sixteen hours of annual pepper spray training they will most certainly make you wish that I’d updated my birth control. It’s ok, admit it. I don’t look like I’m perpetually on the verge of tears for nothing.

…and that’s how we spent most of this morning. I tried to take photos on the grounds of the state capitol while my children tripped over homeless people and ran screaming into traffic. Once we got inside I tried my best to pawn them off on a few of the guided tour groups but the staff proved a little too adept at finding me – which made me realize that what this world needs most are incompetent docents.

Anyway. Here are the results of our little trek. And now I’m off to have a drink, or ten.

Rose sculpture at the capitol “peace” garden that was anything but so long as we were there.

Monument to Father Junipero Serra.

Fountain with palms.

Capitol dome.

State assembly floor.

As if there’s a difference.

Stairs.

State senate gallery.

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