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Visiting Washington D.C. during the summer is like reliving all your high school field trip nightmares. Every snotty-nosed kid and their mother was there. Despite the heat, humidity, and the rampant smell of Republican carcass, I had a great time.
When Maryland and Virginia donated some land for Charles L'Enfant to build Washington D.C., as a capital city for this nation, I don't think they envisioned the polarity and contrast that metropolitan east coast city would infuse. DC is a city rich in history but stuck in a neitherland. It is neither a southern city or a northern city. It is diverse, but also segregated. It is a rich, but also poor. It is a hotbed for tourism and opportunity, but despair and violence doesn't seem to far.
Highlights included:
- The Wolfgang Tillmans exhibit at the Hirschorn Museum.
- Flicking off G.W.'s motorcade as he passed us by.
- Getting almost arrested while participating in an impromptu protest in The Capitol Building.
- Peeing on the Republican National Committee building, shhhhh.
- Mooning the Lincoln Memorial.
- Having my friend give a BJ to the Washington Monument.
- Dancing all night to Ferry Corsten at Fur.
- Eating the best Spanokopita ever.
