But it was a special day! The last day of treatment! Which means bell ringing time. Pizza was devoured. Bells were rung.
There was little time left for Baltimore’s museum collection. We headed directly to the American Visionary Art Museum.
After purchasing some items, many of which were plastic, we headed to the aquarium, driving like lost tourists.
The National Aquarium was mobbed on a Valentines Day night.
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And then it was back down to Old Town for a very late dinner indeed at the Majestic. Super fun at the bar (happy Catoctin Creek day!), and a delicious dinner.
I will dearly miss Proton Tuesdays (and Radioactive Valentines), but I hope they never happen again.