…or reasons to not take that last shot…
Happy Sunday morning everyone! Now, while I should be getting a few hours of sleep before heading to church, I am instead waiting for my roommate as he got lost on the Metro. He got sick as we headed home from Logan’s birthday party… and started vomiting in the Metro Station. After a 20 minute wait, we were finally able to get onto a train. Poor guy couldn’t hold it in… Well, actually, he did. He looked terrible for the two stops until we got to Pentagon. As the train door was closing, he darted out of the train and hurled over the side of the railing. Dumbstruck at the sight of my roomie running out of the train, I continued on home. Upon arriving at the station, I ran into Maria and Katelyn who requested an escort home. As I walked them home, I tried to call my roomie. Once I got home, he finally called me. I arranged for a cab to pick him up, and he should be safely home within the next thirty minutes.
How did this occur you ask?
Today was filled with political scandal, labor organizing movements, and drinking wine in beautiful old town houses out near DuPont Circle. The day started with the threat of rain and a service project. The Leader had signed us up to paint a homeless shelter, out in the ghetto… 20 minutes away from the nearest Metro station. We had organized a revolt. Of the 8 members in our group, we were sure at least 6 would go along with our plan. Thankfully, our open revolt never had to take place (note: we aren’t against doing service. We’re against painting in 94º heat and 100% humidity on our Saturday afternoons). The Leader had led the first group towards the homeless shelter at approximately 11:30. Approaching 2:00p.m., they had still not arrived. The Fearless Leader hadn’t bothered to confirm with the facility we were supposed to go to or mapped out the route to take. After hours of searching, they finally reached the place–which was closed because a waterline broke. The second group was saved from the tortures of painting in deathly heat. Unfortunately, it was after everyone had already wasted half their day waiting to go over there.
In other news, I picked up my Charleston Khakis this morning. I have yet to try them on again, but they looked nice. Following our release from tyranny, I convinced Rohan to head up to Target with me to look at watches. I had almost decided on one, but decided to wait a while. We then went down to Gallery Place for FroZENyo. It was delicious. I got cookie dough, banana cream, and… I can’t remember the third flavor.
After the FroYo, we marched down the road on our way to the American history museum. We managed to get lost in the Old Post Office, but thankfully made it out. After walking down a street that had no sidewalks because of construction, we finally reached an intersection. I was beginning to think that all hope was lost… until I saw the state flags flying to the right. I had successfully lead us in the right direction. RoHo and I visited the Presidential exhibit first. Almost immediately after arriving, Jadzia joins us with some of her friends from home. After a thorough tour of the Presidents’ and Lincoln’s exhibit, we made our way downstairs to see the Star Spangled Banner.
O! say does that star-spangled banner yet wave,
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
The Star Spangled Banner that Francis Scott Key wrote about in what became our nation’s national anthem is now contained in an extremely low light exhibit on the first floor of the museum (in an exhibit sponsored by POLO RALPH LAUREN).
The flag has an eerie quality because so much of it is gone do to the passage of time and people chopping off mementos.
Following the museum, I went up to hang out with my friend E and her friend Ashley. We sat around, had some fruit of the vine, and discussed politics and our respective adventures in DC. Ashley works for a firm that is made up of all top-level Bush staff members. We also did this in one of the nicest apartments that I had ever been in. There was also a cat there. Ashley doesn’t like cats. E kept putting the cat in a room, but the cat kept coming back out and heading straight for Ashley. It was an amusing game of cat and mouse Ashley.
Following some light snacks and several hours of conversation, we headed to one of their friends’ apartment. My phone was dying… so I decided to take the cab we were in back to a Metro because the house was over a mile from a Metro stop.
That brings me to Logan’s birthday gathering. We sat around. Enjoyed orange juice+, ordered some pizza, and had a grand old time. Roho had too good of a time. Poor kid, he just made back home from the Metro.