10 things I hate about you (New York). Okay, well not really 10, because I wouldn’t be able to think of that many. But at least 2. ☺
So this isn’t necessarily New York’s problem, but since it has one, it's on my list (and it does not want to be on my list). The wax museum. Really? Wax celebrities? Perhaps I wouldn’t loathe the wax museum so much if my husband didn’t LOVE it. Not only do we have to go, but we have to spend hours there. HOURS posing with fake celebrities, setting up fake scenes, walking around fake-land. Ugh.
My husband has a crush on famous people. Not just a few famous people (like someone else I know [I love you Hugh Jackman]) but ALL of them. Seriously, he does not discriminate, if you are famous, he loves you and must take a picture with the wax version of you (that by the way looks only slightly similar to the real person).
Here are a few of his pictures (there are so many more):
This is how fake James Bond and I felt about the whole experience:
I was too busy seeing real famous people on this trip to be impressed by fake versions of them. Saw this guy on the airplane:
Yeah, we shared a moment. And by “moment” I mean, I smiled at him, he smiled back, and I thought to myself, you were so good in Felicity. Tell me that isn’t magical? If I hadn’t prominently displayed my wedding ring, I’m sure he would’ve climbed over his really hot girlfriend to talk to me.
So, what about you? Wax museum fan or not? (by the way, this is a test. If you answer wrong you will be added to my list)
Update: If you can't get enough of my husband's antics, follow this link to see more pics: Crazy husband.