alternative titles: what up, barack or adventures in georgetown.
yesterday was my first official day in washington, d.c. I got in friday night, reveled in the sights on the cab ride, then unpacked and weird reverse jet lag set in so i fell asleep. riveting.
saturday included a trip to watergate. yes, that watergate. It wasn't filled with scandal, but was actually incredibly ghetto. and I wasn't drumming up political secrets, but rather shopping in the basement. a guy at CVS did almost catch on fire, as smoke started billowing from his coat, but that was as exciting as it got. take that, history book.
Next was a walk to this place...which is straight down Pennsylvania Avenue from the barlow center. no barack, no swing set, lots of secret service and foreigners.
I was craving an art museum, so I went to the National Gallery of Art, which I appreciate much more now than I did when my mom dragged me there when I was 11. Thank you, Music 202.The east building had art I liked better, including a huge Calder display. also, jackson pollock, a room dedicated to matisse and way too much ellsworth kelly. it was great.
also, it is freezing here. I literally got pushed backward by a gust of wind multiple times, and on an adventure to get food in georgetown, my lips actually started going numb, making it difficult to talk. crazy.