City Museum, a review

I WANT TO LIVE IN THE CITY MUSEUM.

it’s like this magical place where a bunch of cool dads got together and started free-styling impromptu construction, with the goal in mind of creating the most kick-ass playground/forest/cave/whale/hamster tunnels (which they secretly want to build for themselves), you have the City Museum in St. Louis.

It’s already been blogged about, and blogged about, but I feel the need to shout to the rooftops about this incredible place.

Because as much as it’s learny, it’s a building full of semi-dangerous fun. Which we all know means superfun.

Sonya at the City Museum

Do you see the castle? Or how far off the ground I am? I feel like Harvy Danger Sleeping Beauty Baby Jesus. (The family hamster.)

It’s not just a giant ant farm, either. We saw a circus (kind of), pet sharks (not kidding!), crafted boxes, had the major concepts of glassblowing related to us by a half-drunk, stoned glassblower, played superold pinball machines (my heart!), crawled through caves that lead to former shoe-chutes (sliiiiide!), and made out underneath a fishtank.

Big Boy loves me.

And, while walking through a hallways of weird random stuff, came across Big Boy, who’s presence jolted me into a reverie of childhood brunch with my Grandpa Gasser. Mawwwwww.

  1. Ah!! Bob’s Big Boy is what we called him in So Cal. and the last one I saw was in the early 90’s when to LA radio DJ’s had one and dressed him in an Elvis outfit (think jumpsuit). They brought him to a local drive-in for one night –that’s where I saw Elvis bob. But they did a bunch of things with him (from wikipedia) In December of 1993, syndicated Los Angeles radio personalities Mark & Brian attempted to launch a (borrowed) Bob’s Big Boy statue, painted with an Evel Knievel jumpsuit and dubbed “Elvis Bob”, over the fountain at Caesar’s Palace in Las Vegas. The launch device was a spring tension contraption looking much like a green steel bedframe. The attempt fell about 10 feet short and into the water, sending Caesar’s general manager into an obscenity-laced tirade, as Elvis Bob broke part of the fountain. “Elvis Bob” has been used over the years for various other events throughout the L.A. basin, repainted as Vegas Elvis, complete with chains and shades.

    hahaha, thanks for the funny memories.

  2. I’m glad you liked it. And I’m glad I was fortunate enough to share the experience with you and J and all the other hot librarians that made the trip. I can’t think of too many other people I would rather have had with me.

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