Most of these photos are from my most recent trip to visit Marc in D.C.
We see overtly masculine and feminine monuments, then a giant
Jefferson (thankfully not attacking the city), the FDR memorial, a waterfall
at the National Gallery, Gandhi, FDR in a stylin'
cape, a donkey masquerading as an elephant (too true), and then a bunch
of photos from a cool night at the Blue Room in Adams Morgan, which get
progrssively drunker until about 3 a.m. The people here are Marc, the
tall bloodshot-eyed one, myself with new glasses and a faux martini, the
statuesque Milla Jovovichish Nerina, the dance-happy tongued Christeen,
and Scott, the caught-in-the-headlights med student. Eleanor Roosevelt
also makes an appearance as the first U.S. delegate to the UN, but sadly,
not hanging out with us in the bar.