Kennedy Space Center

    I wasn't going to blog because I feel too tired to function. But that feeling transported me back to a time I went to the Kennedy Space Center. That day NASA stood for Nap And Sit Around. I did accidentally tell a child it stood for Nap And Sleep Around, but I don't think they understood the connotations.

    It was the point in the jam packed holiday where we succumbed to collective exhaustion. Even if we had packed some actual jam I doubt our energy levels would've increased. Our back-to-back days of park exploring and our breakfast-shopping-Cirque-Du-Soleil free day caught up with us.

    I began my day walking around some sort of room with interactive things. The real appeal of this room was the seats. They were only benches with no backs, but at this point in the day I was ok to support my own back. In that room I did manage to email my mum a picture of my head photoshopped onto an astronaut suit. Even a mother couldn't love that photo. She brought it up with a great deal of confusion when I arrived home a couple of weeks later.

    Our day was about finding the best place to sit. The next seat I found was in an IMAX theatre. All I remember is seeing some sort of starry thing and feeling like I was being sucked into a black hole. I sunk so low in my seat I'm surprised I didn't find the floor. I have never fallen asleep sitting up (slumped in a cinema), but I came close to a seated nap that day. I think the only thing preventing me giving into the nap was the sound of my old love, Leonardo Dicaprio's voice, and the occasional rocket blasting into space.

    I saw another film later that day. While waiting to go in to see it there were these seats that looked a little like this from the front ~~~~ (I do realise I could find a photo of a seat that looks similar to the one at the Space Center, but the thought of opening a new tab is just too much right now.) My guess is that most people would've sat in the "valleys". Not me, I laid across the whole thing. I told myself if other people were there and wanted to sit down I would've sat up, but just quietly, I don't think I would've.

    The next place I sat was at a table for lunch with an astronaut. I can not remember his name or much of what he spoke about.

    After the unmemorable lunch most of the group found seats on a bus tour. For most of the tour we struggled to keep our eyes open, so we didn't. We slumped in the bus seats with our eyes closed. Occasionally I would open my eyes to strange looks from fellow bus tourees and to snap a photo of a building. I now look at those photos with more confusion than my mum looked at the photo of me as a fake astronaut. I have no idea what those buildings and structures are.

I think the first and last pictures are just different angles of the same building, but I can't be sure.

    The highlights of the Kennedy Space Center came later in the day. One was when Ashlea and I decided some of the spacecraft looked like giant foil balloons and she decided to ask one of the workers about it. Turns out they actually are made of foil.

    I also tried Dippin' Dots for the first time. I could really go for some right now. When we got back to the resort Ashlea and I (mostly me) finished off the left over dessert from California Grill. Once again my appetite for the sweeter things in life betrayed me. I knew that betrayal had a one way ticket to my thighs, but there was no sorrow in that sweetness.

     I don't want to say I hated the Space Center, but if someone told me they liked it, that would make one of us.