The British Royal Museum Bar

Mummy's were awesome. They are using new technology where they throw the body in a CT scanner and show you the X-ray which shows the things that they were buried with and then they have a picture showing what the person would have looked like using face structure technology. That was sick!! I really shouldn't have been that interested in it as I was, but it was fascinating. My favorite one was a mummy named, Ginger, from 3,000 years ago. Although he was buried in a pit with pots and various other items which was popular before the mummy thing took off. He is called Ginger because of his blond/red hair, I seriously did not make that up and had to hold everything in that I had not to burst out laughing. I have a picture of my new bff but I am not sure that you want to look at that without proper warning.  Infact, that day, I took only 3 pictures. 1. of Gingy, 1. of the Rosetta Stone (the real deal, screw the replica) and a sign in the Tube displaying the next stop, Cockfosters. Seriously, what is wrong with me? 

But, mostly I enjoy looking at shiny, bright, colorful objects and while on a tour of the British Museum, planted in the middle of ancient grey wall decor for a king in Iran, the tour guide instructing us to "Picture them with color", I find myself dreaming about a purple dress I saw at Topshop. Wondering why am I here pretending to gawk at barbaric artwork of a "tough" king slaying one of the world's most endangered species, the male lion, with numerous weapons? I mean, the lions didn't even have a prayer. 

I have suspicions that our tour guide was a double agent because after pointing out an object, and telling us how to "Invision it", she would always follow up with "Or, just go to the Louvre and see it that way for yourself."

Funny how the both times I have been to the Louvre, I have never had anyone tell me to go see something at the British Royal Museum. Actually a lot of tours we have been on have told us to go see something else at the Louvre. Maybe we should just visit there a bunch of times and stop messing with these other joints. 

But, I would rather be trying on shoes draped in jewels, covered in glitter, 6 inches high and all than "Visualizing" these broken pieces of marble with color on them, displaying things that aren't even humanly possible like Zeus giving birth to Athena... through his head. I have never wanted a bar to be in a museum so bad in my life. Kind of a good idea actually. Get people talking about the stuff, instead of just staring and wondering, making up their own ideas of what it means. Art is better when appreciated with others, I believe, and over cocktails. 

The tours with the guides are the only way to go for us since we don't have that option. If we go solo, I daydream instantly while reading descriptions and forget it all the minute we leave the museum.  Its like my brain turns off or I become illiterate, I don't get it.  Although this tour we were on was hell. We walked by things that were really important like the Rosetta Stone and instead she told us all about it in front of the replica of it. Great. "Martini please, 2 olives." We stood in front of a model of what the village that Athena lived in for 30 minutes talking about what people came to offer her on her birthday and where. "Another round please, less olive juice this time please" See, now this could be interesting.