so. i went to D.C. for the long weekend. if you asked me thursday or friday i would have said it ws pretty much bullshit. saturday and today were emotionally stressful. and overall, it was as cold as a polar bears testicles. (i'm just assuming here that they are like frozen marbles. i've never really examined them closely and so the previous statement could be total bullshit.)
but i digress.
the drive to D.C. was terrible. it rained. the whole time. and not just a little rain, but torrential downpour. brett hasnt bought new windshield wipers since oh, before he was born, so they were useless. plus i'm pretty sure we argued about every topic known to man on the way there. getting into town wasnt as bad as i imagined, but finding the hotel was horrible. the following photo is of the hotel in the daylight:
now. you see that awning that says in barely legible letters 'hotel lombardy'? now imagine trying to find that in the pitchass dark and rain. needless to say there was some screaming as we drove past it probably 3 times. side note, the redbrick beside it was the home of james monroe.
so we finally get in there and its all sorts of creepy. it was advertised as a historic, accurate to teh 1920s type hotel. they weren't shitting. it had a manual elevator with an old man on a stool running it. i dont know if he spoke english.
so ok whatever. that was kitschy but mildly embarrassing. so then we get to our hallway and it looks like something out of the Shining:
dont you just expect a river of blood or two creepy twins down there? our room wasnt bad though, except for the fact that i could never get warm. though i'm sure that had to do with the temperatures in the teens and the 40 MILE AN HOUR WINDS ALL F'ING WEEKEND.so bc we couldnt agree on anything, ever, we ate dinner in the hotel restaurant. and it felt like a scene from the Godfather. it was us, and 3 very italian men in business suits in hats discussing things in hushed voices. if a mafia don comes up missing in the next few weeks, i swear to you i think we witnessed it going down. the hotel bar was just as creepy.
we ended up going to a nice casual bar in dupont circle to ring in the new year. we were supposed to meet up with berts new roommate, but he didnt show, which i'm actually kind of glad. the bar was like a bigger version of gibbies. there was more arguing over stupid things, and if you ask how i rang in the new year it was listening to brett bitch about how NYC tax players had to pay for the new design of the ball that drops. personally, i think the celtic knotwork was pretty. needless to say, i drank a lot. so much that i apparently had a conversation at (at, not with) a stranger about clubbing baby seals and then proceeded to sing all the verses, word for word, of What Would Brian Boitano Do. i think ate 12 dollars worth of stuff from teh minibar (a stale sprite, a snickers, and one of those tiny cans of pringles)
so friday was wvu game day x2. so we went to a bar in arlington that is owned by a wvu grad and hosts all the game parties. here i am hungover and dressed for mountaineer success:
there was no mountaineer success. it was miserable. the whole event lead to, yes, you guessed it, more arguing. i frankly dont know if it is possible for brett and i to not argue. not the point. so we went to see his new apartment, and for the location it really isn't bad at all. and then we went to dinner with friends and then argued some more and then while bert dealt with the fact that he'd been drinking since 11am i watched 4 hours of apocolypse specials on the history channel. and not that i necessarily buy into all that stuff, but being new years and everything that i've been worrying about lately, i realized that i'm not living my life the way i want to be when we dont even know really how long we have on this planet. i have to stew on this more, but i'mma making some changes.so then saturday my part of the adventure started and i got to be a nerd. we went to the air and space museum and it was great! this is the 3rd time i've been there and each time i take photos of the same thing, but i do not care. i love planes and things. so here are some planes and rockets and other things:
me-262
skylab!
its official. my ass is bigger than john glenn's. sigh.
i found this to be the most informational exhibit i saw all day.
this adorable little kid got all excited at this exhibit and ran over to his dad and yelled 'hey dad! they named this guy after that pizza mom makes!'
me-109there are an embarrassing number of pics i wont bother putting on here (and i mean like 100) but you get the idea. i did also get to mark something off my 101 Goals list:
it was super awesome.so then we walked down the Mall which was BALLS COLD. if balls were cold. we've already established this is a poor metaphor. anyway. we went to the other thing i very much wanted to see which was the WW2 memorial. it was beautiful. i got all choked up and emotional. so here are images of that (again, only a few of the tons i took):
brett took this one. making fun of me crying. i swear that at least 87% of it was really from the 40 MILE AN HOUR WINDS THAT WERE COLDER THAN....WELL.. IT WAS JUST COLD, OK?this is getting long and i'm afraid of losing photos. i'll make a second post here in a sec.
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