St. Louis Meets Origami Yoda

Last Fall, we took a family break to St. Louis. We’d been talking about it for weeks, and we finally just carved out a weekend and did it. It would have been nice to map it around a Fall break in school or some other administration day, but that just wouldn’t line up nicely with anyone’s schedule. So, we took off the weekend before Halloween.

Originally, I’d planned a quick follow-up post about the trip, but my son really wanted a full accounting of the adventures of Origami Yoda on the trip. So, here goes. Better late (really late), than never, right?

If you know Flat Stanley, then Origami Yoda will be a familiar concept. Except, this wasn’t a school project or a pen pal project. Simon discovered the ability to make the creature a few weeks before, and when we settled on St. Louis, he decided to bring Origami Yoda along, too. We also had the Fortune Wookie, but he didn’t play as large a role on this trip.

We officially launched vacation activity at Lambert’s where catching “throwed rolls” immediately invites the sort of anything goes, no-need-for-a-schedule mentality needed for a quick weekend vacation. I’m not sure where Origami Yoda was for this. I know he was around, but I guess his part of the adventure there was limited since he couldn’t really catch the rolls.

The next day we headed to the Arch, and here Origami Yoda featured more prominently in photos that the people on the trip. He was rather impressed with the whole thing. You see him approaching the Arch, at the top of the Arch, and also in the little space pod seat on the way back down. What you don’t see is how ecstatic he was as he got to meet (and be signed by) so many of the builders of the Arch. It was an anniversary event weekend, and there were about 15 or so of the men who did everything from planning the structure to pouring the concrete and helping to set the pieces. They were a nice, patient lot who gladly met their pens to Simon’s poster and origami creation, not quite understanding why they were signing a strange green folded mess, but not spending too much time thinking on it. Smile. Sign. Smile. Sign. What’s this? Oh. Smile. Sign.

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At a friend’s suggestion, we stopped in to Pi. The staff was decked out in Halloween gear making the whole dining experience seem a little more out of the norm. There were strange brews that you don’t see in Memphis. And Yoda was reasonably impressed. Unfortunately, Origami Yoda was a little shy about photos with the staff. What if they normally went around dressed as vampires and astronauts and cowboys?

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Origami Yoda was a little disappointed that we didn’t make it to the City Museum – one of those places that EVERYONE tells you to visit. You know, ahead of time you say, “Yes, yes. We’re definitely going. Wouldn’t miss it.” But you do, because a certain 11-year-old decides that the pool is more fun. For 3 solids the indoor hotel pool is more fun. And then you’re way too tired to stay up for dinner much less a Museum. Bleccch.

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The next day’s early morning chill saw us start to the St. Louis Zoo. Origami Yoda was thoroughly impressed with the strange creatures there. He felt a little sad and sorry for the orangutans. They were covered up in blankets and seemed to have just a bit of wistfulness in their eyes at the sight of our jackets.

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Thus ended the adventures of Origami Yoda in St. Louis. We’re not sure if he’s going to be interested in the next vacation, but if he is, we’ll have to get him a new robe. Otherwise, where will people sign him?

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