D.C. cab.

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I'm in D.C. this week for work. D.C. is sort of, kind of cool, but it's not really for me. Here is how the week has gone down so far.

I left Sunday at around 3 pm and got to the airport. Equipped with ample reading material I sat down and awaited the upcoming direct flight. Immediately, my space was invaded by a power mom in a power yoga track suit and her four urchins. Power mom was directing her urchins in a loud and constant manner. It was annoying, so I moved out of earshot.

The plane began boarding and a nervous lump formed in my throat in anticipation of my seat assignment. You know, who you sit next to is critical.

GASP! I was seated next to power mom and her urchins. Drat. I knew that would happen. I endured 3 hours of conversation such as this:

PM: Gavin, your the best reader in your class. I just know it. Your teacher says you just need to work on your reading skills. (This means Gavin is dumb, dumb, dumb).

G: Mommy, your ugly. (Yes!!! Rock on Gavin)

PM: Gavin, you really need to concentrate on your studies, I just know your the smartest boy in your class.

G: How do you know?

PM: I'm a mom. I just know these things. Being a mom is hard job you know, it's the hardest job in the world.

G: No, being a doctor or lawyer is harder. I have to poop.

As we were in the deplaning process, I think Gavin pooped his pants. At least he smelled like he did.

I moved on to baggage to collect big blue (pictured above). All of the people gathered at the mouth of the luggage ejector. Quickly, I moved to the opposite end, hence avoiding the crowd. The people crowd began to contort there faces and snicker. My first thought was that a clown was ejected from the mouth. Then I saw big blue heading my way. They were laughing at my luggage.

You think it would be cool to have a unique suitcase, but it was real heavy. I ended up kicking it or dragging through the airport. Everyone stared. I think for the next trip i will bolt some big ass wheels to it. You know, like wheels from a wheel chair. In fact, it would be very cool if your luggage was motorized and you just ride it the airport exit. Sort of like a segway, except blue.

So anyways, my hotel is a few blocks from the pentagon. Everyone seems old and they are wearing frumpy suits. This sparked my fear of frumpiness and I felt the need to exercise. It was time for a swim, which led to my first awkard moment of the trip.

I roll up to the rooftop pool and it is deserted minus the one 14-ish looking lifegaurd who was casually reading a teen magazine. I was obligated to swim at this time as I had already entered the room, but really, it just made me feel creepty. It sort of felt like that SNL skit where Jim Carrey is a lifegaurd. 30 laps later I went back to my room.

Last night was stellar, I met some friends who live here and we went to dupont circle for drinks drinks and dinner.

I guess that's all.