A Pleasant Day of Museums

It may come as quite a shock to some to realize the overlooked fact that the most common of places are actually museums. I had quite an enjoyable time, accompanying my brother and father for a day of museum perusing.
It all started after a visit to the barber (for one must look one's best when going to such a societal place as a museum). We parked in the museum parking lot, and I made for the large stone building as my brother and father went off to the smaller "Exopod Gallery" owned by a fella named something like "Shusho" (though that wasn't exactly how he spelled it). I was to meet them in the Gallery of Audio-Visual Stimulants in one of our country's most amazing museums made: The Museum of American Culture and Entertainment. The MACE (as some might call it) has the curator's name printed quite boldly on its exterior--it seems to be some European fellow by the name of (as I'm sure it's pronounced) VALMAR. The MACE's symbol is stamped right in the middle of his name--a white, five-pointed star, the shining brightness of sociological enlightenment.
I entered the MACE through the greenhouse--a fantastic collection of many different species of plants. My particular favorite was a plant called something like "Spiralus Actus," which looked like grass, but in long, skinny curls of different shades of green. The flowers were beautiful as well--pinks and yellows, and not just a few lilies (I quite enjoyed those).
Perusing the museum, I also visited the smaller collection of figurines which (as I've heard) is a favorite among younger persons--they seem to have the idea that these small imitations of dressed dolls is merely for their entertainment. But then, entertainment is half of what the museum is devoted to.
I saw quite a few other artifacts throughout, including some mugs and glasses that had liquid encased in their sides (making it appear as though they always have liquid in them). The literature section was quite fascinating, but most of it was too common for my taste.
After meeting my companions in the Gallery of A/V Stimulants, we made our way to another museum favorite: The Museum of American Consumption and Health, also known as MACh (the "h" is lowercase since, as one could see by simply viewing the variety of its visitors, there's more emphasis on the "consumption" part of the museum than the "health" part.). This museum, once again, had the curator's name out front--supposedly French, pronounced something like "Crojere..."
The MACh isn't quite as fascinating as the MACE, but it still held my interest. Its displays were somewhat odd, though--the section on garden delicacies wasn't much of a garden--all the displayed species were already in baskets and such. And there was supposedly a sea-life section, but it wasn't the aquarium I was expecting--all the fish had, instead, already been cut-up for what I can only assume was study. I much prefer a swimming fish to a dissected one, though. They even stuffed King Crabs into cardboard boxes and placed them in freezers! How are you supposed to enjoy them that way?! No, the MACh was quite disappointing.
One interesting thing about both museums, however: Everything had a price on it. Apparently it is common policy in these museums that anyone can purchase these artifacts of culture and consumption for their own household. And it seems, also, that they constantly restock these artifacts...fascinating, really! I was quite pleased to approach these places from such a perspective--most people just call it "going to the store", but museums are much more interesting.