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college tour day three: i'm from texas
ok ok back to the grind
we got a phone call around 11 saying to meet by the parking garage where the vehicles were parked at 12. We showered, said thanks and goodbye to lem, relived last night a little bit, and then kicked it outside.
Nice day, quite nice, although went between cold and hot too easily. we met up with some of the group, relayed our night, waited around for a long long time for a few people to finally show up. Turns out we had the best night. the best night ever. huzzah.
The plan was to walk around our nation's capital, to see the sights (although, i guess in this case, "sites" works as well) and fall victim to an endless barrage of photo-ops with too many cameras. I spent a good deal trying to drum up the melody of sousa's washington post march, but i got it, because i'm the best. Adam was Dad on this walking tour and first stop was the Vietnam War Memorial. Which is real nice, but something about it bothers me. They have all these big walls, tallest in the center and fanning out on either side getting smaller and smaller, effectively created a slop from the way top all the way to the ground. like a giant, incredibly elongated, inverted "v." Well, that's all well and good, each stone has a regiment on it and all the soldiers who died from that regiment. That's all well and good. And the regiments go in order, 34E is one, the next stone, slightly shorter, is 35E, etc. this continues for all the stones, including the ones WAAAAY at the end that are just a foot high and have 5 names or whatever. Except the regiment ordering is never disturbed. How is it that 1 or whatever had so many lost soldiers and then 69 only has 4, and all the deaths are evenly distributed? I just don't get it, and should really do some research to see if i missed something about how it's all set up.
Next up was lincoln memorial. yippee. Then we walked along the potomac or whatever it is with all the cherry blossom trees going in full. that was absolutely gorgeous. the sun reflecting on the very very blue water, all the green everywhere, and the blossoms. it was just right nice.
Next was the FDR memorial, which i had never seen. This was fun because it felt like a theme park in the section with all the water rides, because the centerpieces of the memorial were four pretty waterfall things, the 3rd and 4th were gigantic. and with all the stone everywhere, i dunno, it just felt really manufactured and theme parky.
at the FDR we sang true colors for andy's mom, and then people stopped for a billion trillion hours to take pictures. Next up, we walked along the tidal basin to check out the jefferson memorial. it was windy as a mother up in that piece. down in the plaza past the steps there was the cherry blossom festival going on and as we were leaving they announced it was karaeoke time, so we all sat down and watched the first guy sing "sweet caroline" we sang all the "bah bah bahs" and "so good so goods" and everyone loved us. And then john went to the bathroom to pee and emerged 30 minutes later.
We next moved on and walked towards the capital and ran into brandon and then went outside the museum of natural history. we all got excited when we saw a big ad for some T-rex movie in IMAX 3d. so we went to get tickets, but it was sold out. but there was a 7 o'clock show. After some deliberating, we all decided to do our own things, reassemble before 7, see the show and go grab dinner at hard rock or some place. A bunch of peeps went elsewhere, the crew i was with went into the museum. The first thing we saw was cool as hell, skeletons of hundreds of different animals. soooo cool. Then we went to see all the insects which was cool. But then the damn museum closed. So we went downstairs to the cafe/giftshops. We all chipped in a quarter or so and bought adam a lollipop with a big cricket in it. He ate that, giving us about hte only amusement we found in the next hour or so. we were all beat and waiting around for 1.5 hours because the damn museum closed pissed us right off. but then came t-rex time.
We bought tickets and for two bucks you could buy a little stuffed animal for saving them or something. I got a yak. his name is lem. he rules. we got our tickets, our glasses, and climbed up into the theatre. Well, the movie was absolute shit. I've seen movies in the big omnimax domes and one on the imax flat, and they've all been cool documentaries. Well, T-Rex was this shitty piece of sub tv quality movie with a horrible plot, terrible acting, the word "clit," and like 2 cool 3d effects. But it was funny as hell, so the experience wasn't a total wash.
Then we left onto the streets of our nation's capital, and i felt extremely disoriented. like i was drunk or something. Something about being really tired and not eating and those damn glasses screwing up my vision. anyway, hardrock was booked, but espnzone would have an opening for us soon. so we went and played video games downstairs. i played a lot of air hockey and games where you sit in something and make it's video screen representation move. it was fun.
then we ate. i had wings and a burger. the burger was like totally good. and then, at like 10 or 11 or sometime really late, we got into cars and went to brandon's place. He had purchased 8 30s when were in the museum, and we were going to do a power hour and other drinking type things. but first we gave mike his birthday cake. jenn ellis was there, too, and it was her birthday, so she got her name on the cake. i drew flowers with frosting. we sang, we ate, we sat down, cracked a 30 and started a power hour. then lameness struck. brandon's roommate was all, "cool guy, just be done at 1, ok?" and we were like "uhhh" and then jenn was like "well, it's not as big as this place, but you can all go party at my house." and we did. i stayed and cleaned up brandon's a bit, then we drove, got lost, brandon brought us heading into traffic on a one-way street, then we got lost again, and then finally got to jenn's.
small condo, but really cute. we kicked off with a lengthy i never, which peaked when Jenn's gay boyfriend of a year (i say gay because he had sex with men for 10 years before starting with jenn) said "never have i ever been fellated by a calf." and then he drank. and he told a story wherein he was 14 or so and was fellated by a calf. And then jenn and gary (the boyfriend) left. which is pretty cool if you think about it, jenn just left 16 people at her place alone with her cats. also, i hate cats.
more beer was drunk, a porn was put on, shenanigans were had, john made his patented coke-can piece from last spring retreat, there was some smoking. and then general high tom-foolery took place as john and i were bouncing off walls as everyone was trying to sleep. Diane threw the cats in the bedroom and then spent approximately 2 hours in the kitchen making some elaborate seven course meal with meatballs and cream cheese and pita wraps and god konws what else. At 5:30 i sang copacabana on Jenn's karaeoke machine. Amy turned it off before i got to the third verse, the bitch. And then everyone finally quit, i got on the pullout couch and played with my arm, which weighed about 2000 pounds.