Naturally we had to see what that was about.
Its' hard to know where to begin, it was such a cool place. Just brim-filled with art installations and the great feats of science and engineering of an imagined future.
Because pirates by themselves aren't interesting enough: they have to be space pirates, and they also have to be British.
I've never been steampunk crazy, but I have to admit this place helped me understand the appeal. Out of what might have looked like a bunch of old rusty junk to some, these people built magic.
It was basically an adult playground. And honestly, who doesn't need more of those?
We took tons of pictures, both of the art and us in it--having my photo taken is something I'm usually pretty uncomfortable with but something about this place put me in a mood to feel ok about it. I had to laugh at the contrast of personality in these two photos: Josh hamming it up in the spotlight and me, gravitating towards the inconspicuous, tiny space. And, well...tomato, tomahto. Surely our marriage is doomed.
There may have been a few moments when we got a little carried away...
I'm now remembering that we might have had to sign a release form before coming in, and I'm going to say that was a wise move on their part.
...but I might have tetanus.