So, this weekend, I went to Atlanta
On the way there, we wrote four collaborative stories, none of which were finished. I took some pictures on the way to Atlanta
When we finally got to Embassy Suites, a Cambodian man helped us unload, and then he drove the car away. Valet parking is so freaking awesome.
The hotel had eight floors, and we were in the far corner of the eighth floor. Very appropriate for four teenage girls at, I say. We then took off again, to Dialog in the Dark and The Bodies Exhibit.
Dialog in the Dark is a special place where you can go ‘blind’ for an hour, and you feel around four different rooms. Basically, you feel for an hour what a blind person feels for a lifetime.
Your tour guide is either blind or visually impaired. Ours was named Willard, and he referred to himself in third person. “Come to Willard,” he’d say. “Follow Willard’s voice.” Willard is awesome; we love him.
Unfortunately, Dialog in the Dark is closing next month. All the blind tour guides, including Willard, will lose their jobs. Where else could they find that kind of job? It’s perfect for them. I think that we should put up posters or such, advertising Dialog in the Dark, so that more people would go, thus extending the time that the exhibit is there. At the very least, it would supply the guides with a bit of extra money.
In addition to having fun being blind, you also learn how much you depend on your sight. At first, it was hard to adjust, because I depended so much on being able to see and not run into things, but then I got comfortable and began to tell people apart just by touching their clothes. Dialog in the Dark was unforgettable and I am sad to see it go.
After that, we went to The Bodies Exhibit, which contained real bodies. I will say this and nothing more: the majority of people were male, therefore I have unwanted memories.
To be continued later.
