Well. Katie's sister, Abby, lives in Alexandria, Virgina, which shares a subway system with the nation's capital, Washington, DC. So, off we went for the weekend. Alexandria is a five-hour drive southwest of New York City.
We drove through New Jersey, Delaware and Maryland on our way to Virginia. Now I've been to nearly one-fifth of the states!
OKAY. Now I want all the people who already knew there was a CHEVY CHASE BANK to smack themselves for not telling me before.
The DC subway system looks like Star Trek.
Shut your mouth. It looks like a fucking Stardock, and you know it.
I think Abby said that the panic level (or whatever it's called) is always Orange in DC.
We went to the Smithsonian! SO cool! I didn't realize that there are actually like seven Smithsonian museums. I only wanted to go to one: Air and Space, baby.
Hey, look! The Spirit of St. Louis!
It's the oribiter from the Apollo 11 mission, the one where Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin and the other guy went to the moon for the first time. (I'm joking, his name was Michael Collins. Poor fucker.)
There was a little thing where they had all these retired stewardesses talking about how airlines have... nnn... changed in.... in the last.... zzzzzzzzzzzzz.....
I could fly it.
Lots of planes hanging around.
Look! It's the Wright flyer! First plane ever! SO cool!
This is just a crappy glider.
Man, why is my camera taking such blurry pictures? It's not like it cost $350 bucks. Anyway, we were here, and I was showing Katie the photo of when they first took off. I said, "Look, that's the first time anyone ever flew." And this guy next to me says, "Incorrect." I roll my eyes. "Only Americans think that." Katie says, "He's from Canada..." I say, "Leave it alone, Katie." Arseface takes the hint and goes away. I fucking hate people who go to museums just so they can be dicks and argue about historical accuracy. For fuck's sake, yes buddy, I know people dispute everything. But the Wrights took a picture of themselves flying. They win, leave it. Fucknuts.
AWESOME. It's only a fibreglass model of the Grumman X-29, but that doesn't stop it from looking deadly. I swear, this is the Lamborghini Countach of planes, with the swept-forward wings. It just looks _mean_.
I wants one.
Lunar lander! I love the Air & Space Museum.
I thought Batman was the only one who had that.
It looks like a cock and balls.
That's Matt and Abby with Katie. I think that building behind them is a swimming pool. Or a Wal-Mart. I forget.
Definitely a Wal-Mart. I'm joking, it's the capitol building.
These three guys had a black-power American flag. It was fucking cool. Red, black and green. I'd hang that on my wall.
The White House. I guess we had a bad angle.
Look, it's us and the Washington Monument! I'm from Iowa!
I am only be joking. These people are from Iowa, not me.
I'm from New York.
I'm surprised that they don't have a paved pathway next to the reflecting pool. It's just worn-down grass. (The pool, by the way, is absolutely _filthy_.)
Mr. Lincoln, can you bring my cat Rudiger back from the dead?
He couldn't hear me. Or he didn't want to.
We went to some bar to watch a football game. I can't quite recall the name of the bar, though. People from Iowa like college football. I tried to blend in.
Matt was always trying to show us his ass.
The guy taking the picture was the owner/bartender, which I guess is why he was forcing the logo into the picture. Iowa lost the football game. That made Matt, Abby and Katie sad. I didn't care.
This is Abby and Matt's house. It was built in, like 1940. It's nice. And much larger than our cute little apartment.
Well, that's all for Virginia. I have to try to learn how to work my camera properly. Bye! Love, Adam.
