So I'm here, in the nations capital. Not my nation, but by the looks of the shopping, maybe I wouldn't mind. It's beautiful here - the weather, the people, the architecture - I love it. Maybe it's just where I am in the city.... but there's also a high number of gay men and black people. Hm.
My flight was uneventful - Minneapolis has a great airport, and everyone is incredibly friendly. On the second leg of my trip sat next to a super neat gentleman from Georgia, a writer/editor for an NRA hunting magazine. There's nothing to get a conversation going like "Hey, what's in the big brown box?" "Oh, those are antelope cutlets.". Hm. Actually turned out to be a really interesting person, really articulate, degree in photography and journalism, and totally changed my views on hunting etc. To top it off, one of the stewardesses was a John Prine worshiping-womens-prison-ministering-born-again, and the other was this funny black lady who kept pointing out that she served in desert storm and repeatedly flipped off the captain from the back of the plane. Who needs in-flight movies I ask you.
Bryan's apartment is stunning (for 2200$ a month it damn well be) and I'm having such a nice time. I don't know if I can come home - my dorm room looks positively lonely and mean. Scratch that. I don't know if I WANT to come home. *laugh*.
Going to check out the Smithsonian and the Corcoran Gallery tomorrow - can't wait. Take care all, talk soon.
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