We meet again.

I've avoided you for quite some time.  A fitting preface for the tumult of words to follow.

The inevitable result of spending twenty-four years around people who know not how to handle anger appropriately, one might conclude, is that you yourself possess neither insight nor ability to deal appropriately with anger either.  So much so and to such extremes that you work to convince and manipulate your thoughts transforming your mind into believing that you are not actually angry.  No, see you qualify the emotions as annoyed, irritated, frustrated, stressed to the point of wanting to punch something.  Trouble is, you are the closest thing to yourself and the physical act of "punching" undoubtedly has painful consequences.  Especially since you are angry. 

All your life long, people will cause you pain
Work to find those who are worth the pain

I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE
AND I'M ALMOST PRETTY SURE
I'VE BEEN HERE BEFORE
I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANY LONGER
I WON'T HEAL UNTIL I'M STRONGER
STRONG ENOUGH TO NOT BE AFRIAD
OF WHAT ANYBODY THINKS
OF WHAT ANYBODY SAYS
ABOUT THE WAY
ABOUT THE WAY I AM
SO I'LL WAIT UNTIL THE DAY
WHEN THOSE FEELINGS FADE AWAY
THEN I'LL MAKE MY BREAK

Do you ever think that maybe you're the reason I am this way?

I'm never going to be what it is you think you are looking for.

still just trying to breathe here. 

I can see why I'm a frustration to you.

DEBRIEFING:
MISSION-ANYWHERE BUT HERE
STATUS:  ACCOMPLISHED

It all began with the sentiment...it wouldn't be an adventure without all the logistical difficulties...

DESTINATION:  DETROIT SCIENCE INSTITUTE
PURPOSE:  http://www.detroitsciencecenter.org/events/OurBody_exhibit.htm

A delayed mission finally came to fruition.  After finding a handler for the sharpies, it was only a matter of time until directions were in hand, music was packed, sunglasses were back in the bag as the sun took "me time" too and I was deemed navigator-Ms. Navigationally Challenged with green directions in hand.  I-96.  Check.  I can handle that.  A little bit of IT.  Ooopps...may have forgotten to be watching the countdown for the Hinder song.  We'll hear it eventually, right?!  Drive.  Drive.  Drive.  Exit 163.  Wait!  Did you see that?!  M-10...closed?!?!  My directions don't account for orange detour signs.  Executive decision-follow the signs.  Simple enough.  But the question is, what do you do when the signs end?!  FIND MORE!  A friendly note from a concerned traveler to MDOT-please to put detour signs with arrows pointing straight on the beginning of an exit ramp as to confuse those lacking confidence in their navigational skills.  

Executive decision:  Get back on the expressway.  And with a "We'll drive a mile and if we don't see another sign then get off and go back."

Whew, thank goodness for appropriately placed detour signs.  Drive some more.  Pay a little bit more attention.  Woodward?!  Really?  All ready?!  Awesome.  Yet this might be where my decision process became...less...decisive.  Woodward Avenue-who knew you practically crossed the entire state of Michigan!  Yes, yes we really did break out a map of Detroit.  And no, I'm not convinced it was a faster method.  It was kind of a science fair.  Continue to drive.  "I never knew there were this many fast food chicken places."  Drive some more.  Wayne State University!  Yay-we aren't where we need to be, but, we are on the map!  Woo hoo!   "Ok, well as long as we're there by 3:00 PM...".  Drive, drive, drive some more.  JOHN R. STREET?!?  You exist?!?!?!   And you end.  Boy do you ever end.  And you continue, but not convincingly...

"I absolutely refuse to believe it's down this street!"
"Well, lets check anyway."

What AND Hinder as soon as we're convinced we're going the right direction!  I told you I WOULD hear the song!  I have driven around for longer periods of time for crazier things.  Heheh-as if it were planned.  So finally in the parking ramp.  Walk across the street.  A line?!  Really?!  To get into the building?!  If only we had gotten will call tickets.  "We should call Camille and have her get online..." 

There's nothing like a building where they encourage you to play with things.  Although intended to be educational, it was an interesting building with interesting toys to play with.  And a jam room.  I was only sad that there were so many people there.  And, Math Mountain-clearly I picked the wrong major.  Defeated by the mountain.  Although, I argue it's because the rules were never explained.  The best, however, would be the coin tornado that came highly recommended from a staff member as one of those "must do" things.  Well, apparently he didn't know who he was dealing with when this was recommended.  For the record, if you just randomly throw the coin in, there is no tornado.  "What is this supposed to do?!?!"  Hahaha.  Followed by a, "Wow, I really don't believe you just did that!"  One of a kind, let me tell you.

For the record, soda water is not equivalent to water and should be clearly marked.  The bubbles were unexpected, unwanted, and all around unappealing.  Whoever thought I would say that about bubbles?!?!

The OUR BODY exhibit was definitely interesting.  I didn't enjoy that they had faces.  Some of them could be starring in future nightmares.  And I found it challenging to view some of them and found myself having to detach myself from the idea that they were at one point real people in order to be in the same room. 

Then of course, I can't forget the amazingly comfortable seats in the IMAX and the fact that I want to visit the Bayou...it's the music that'll get you.

The trip home was much less dramatic and far more direct than the adventure on the way down.  And by much less dramatic I accidentally left out the discussion of karate chopping heads off.  Oh selective hearing, how you've entertained once more .  I REALLY THOUGHT THAT WAS WHAT YOU SAID!!!!! 

It was survived.  It was truly an adventure!