What follows are two tales I would never tell my mom lest she demand I return to my childhood home and she locks me up to never access the dangerous big world we live in again - but they're totally fitting at the brunch table if we're talking random, semi-related anecdotes.

You may remember the Blood Moon from a few weeks ago. The whole East Coast bundled itself up, stepped outside to stare at a blanket of clouds, and tweeted about the experience using the hashtag #BloodMoon. My friends and I joined in on this trend, except we one-upped the rest of America by walking to a local science museum where astronomers would be reading the clouds for us.