So, Randy and I met my mom, sister and nephew to see Egypt: The Time of Pharaohs exhibit at the Cincinnati Museum Center.
The museum used to be the Union Terminal train station and is one of the most iconic buildings in Cincinnati. Our new house is just a few miles away.
I love being this close to downtown.
As we drove to the museum, I pointed out a traffic sign to Randy. You know those signs that tell you how many miles and minutes you have to drive to get to a specific place? And how every once in a while, the sign flashes an admonishment about safe driving?
Well, this one said “Don’t drive star spangled hammered”.
Which, really, is sound advice. One should never operate a motor vehicle impaired.
And I’m not saying I want to drive that way, but I wouldn’t mind finding out what star spangled hammered is, because that sounds fun.
Anyway, the Egyptian collection premiered here in Cincinnati.
It’s the first time these pieces have been seen in the United States.
I think my favorite piece was the kitty mummy.
There was also a slab of stone with the picture of a god carved in it that looks like one of the seven dwarfs. I think it was Doc. Doc Hotep. Probably.
The building houses multiple museums and an IMAX theater.
While we walked around the special exhibit, I told my mom about the time my son Zach and I slept in the museum.
Me: Yeah, it was when Zach was in the cub scouts, so about 25 years ago.
Mom: I don’t remember that.
Me: It was just one night, so not really memorable. Except I was super sick. Like the head cold from hell. I could barely breathe.
Mom: At least you weren’t outside.
Me: We were in a series of hallways by the natural history museum, just sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags. I took a huge dose of NyQuil and passed out.
Mom: That’s miserable.
Me: Well, it was apparently worse for everyone else. Apparently, I snored so loud that everyone in the hallway moved their sleeping bags to a different hallway.
Me: Yeah, Zach and I woke up alone. He said he woke up and saw people moving because I was so loud.
Me: Shell, this makes my day.
Me: We didn’t stay for the cub scout breakfast in the dinosaur room. We stopped at McDonald’s on the way home. Horrifying, really.
Mom: And now you’re back.
Me: Well, I’m not sleeping here.
Cringe worthy memories aside, our visit was lovely.
I mean, as lovely as mummies can be.
I always feel a little uneasy in these exhibits. I’ve seen TV before. Bad shit happens at mummy exhibits all the time.