When my brother and I hang out together with our parents we act semi-retarded. Here is some evidence. Please note due to hangovers or being incredibly tired there are substantially less pictures of museum stuffs.
We went to a bar for some girl's birthday, we didn't know her, but my brother's friend was friends with someone who knew her. $1 drinks! At the bar there were some treasure chests sitting in the corner. Inside: Captain Morgan's Hats!!! We sported these bad boys the rest of the night.
After dinner my brother and I went clubbing with some of his friends. Then next morning while I was recovering my parents went to the White House and made friends with some hippies.
This is a picture of me walking up 4 flights of stairs at the National Museum of the American Indian with a hangover. Ironic, no?
Then my brother met up with us after he got off work and we headed to the National Air and Space Museum. He decided to buy a monkey from a street vendor. He is planning on wearing it to work as a tie.
The monkey provided us with hours of entertainment. We really didn't pay attention to anything in the museum, we were too busy beating each other to death by using his monkey as a club. I don't know why we are making peace signs in this picture, it still doesn't make sense to me.
By far my favorite thing in the museum: The Chopper from Magnum P.I.
The only thing that could have been cooler is if Magnum was there himself.
Look out Brits!
Just talking some theoretical physics. Ya know.
Waiting for the god damn metro, which is actually very efficient and timely. But waiting 2 minutes is 2 minutes 2 fucking long 4 me. 
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