After sleeping in until 10 on Saturday, we got up and went to the International Spy Museum. Obviously, we wanted to catch up on our spy techniques and make sure that we were up to date. All joking aside, having gone through the museum, I can’t imagine living the life of a spy. All of it seemed to be props from a movie, to me, and I couldn’t imagine some of the things occurring in real life.
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For example, there was some diplomat that was here in the U.S. We decided to steal his shoes one night, remove the soles, and put microphones/recording devices into them, so that, wherever he went, we would be able to hear him!
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We all partake in some form of deception or outright lying at one point or another, but living day-to-day life as an actor in some role, I can’t imagine.
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On a sweeter note, we went out for frozen yogurt later with his sister, who lives and goes to law school here in D.C. Obviously indecisive, I got three flavors: coconut truffle, mango, and pumpkin pie. All were great, but I took great care to keep them separate.
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To end the day, we made our way to RFK Stadium, to see the DC United soccer team. Our seats were pretty good, as we were a few rows away from midfield. What was less fortunate was that we were in the second section, which, as you could guess, was right behind the first section. The first section is where all the intense, season-ticket-owning, 20-something, drunk fans get together and wave their flags, jump up and down in unison, play drums, yell, throw their beers in the air when something goes awry, and get in fights after the game because their team lost and they’re upset. Need I say more?
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