It’s been a quiet week from a scifi perspective. Scifi hubby is away and I’m at a conference for work. It’s funny how rarely scifi comes into ‘normal’ conversation. However I did find myself doing something scifi hubby would love…
I attended a drinks reception/party at a natural history museum. When I received the invite I thought that was quite a cool venue but assumed that we would be in a reception room somewhere. I really wasn’t expecting that we would be in the main gallery of the museum and be able to visit all the exhibits. So whilst most people danced the night away, I went off exploring the almost empty museum, glass of wine in hand…
Firstly I wandered around a huge exhibit on plants of the world. Giant triffid type things behind glass, the history of tobacco etc. All rather dull really but slightly creepy with no people around.
But then I spotted a dinosaur. Now I’m not a huge dino fan but hubby loves them. He would love to bring them back Jurassic Park style but I’m not convinced that’s such a good idea. He’s dragged me around dino exhibitions wherever we go, and just loves the life size vegi-saurus (I haven’t a clue what it is) that lives in our local park.
It turns out that the dino exhibit is one of those new, interactive, noisy exhibitions that walks you through a maze of glass cabinets, bones, fake jungles, dino nesting sites etc. As you walk through you trigger various sound and lighting effects. This may be the point at which to mention that I can be quite a scaredy cat and jump at the least little thing. I’d also had a couple of glasses of wine, it was very late at night and there was NO ONE else in the exhibit.
At least that means there wasn’t anyone to see me as I carefully put my head around corners to see what was coming, jumped out of my skin in the ‘jungle’ when I saw something moving towards me (it was me – in a huge mirror behind the trees), spent quite a lot of time imagining the T-Rex coming to life and chasing me passed the Triceratops and almost screaming when I encountered the friendly chap below (he’s a giant ground sloth apparently).
As I emerged a little shakily from the exhibition the band started to play ‘I will survive’. Who said irony was lost on Americans?!