Colonial Williamsburg

The place where you were dragged to go on family vacations (multiple times).

It’s where you can enjoy looking at fake quill pens, push a wooden hoop down the street with a stick, take that super silly photo with your head and hands in a pillory, or enjoy the smell of horse manure as you walk aimlessly up and down the streets looking for a glimmer of excitement.

Carl: Let’s go somewhere where there is nothing to do. Any ideas?
Dean: Maine?
Carl: No too lively…
Dean: North Dakota?
Carl: nope…
Dean: Colonial Williamsburg?
Carl: Nailed it!