Sunday, February 12, 2006


Because I am here. This is just for me.

Remember today. When you stood under the monument. And looked staight ahead at the reflecting pool. Then to the right, at the White House. Then behind, to the Roman Capitole. And in the rain. In the snow. Through the muddy waters, it was so glorious.

We meet up with Lincoln tomorrow. We have had the stereotypes already. The girl whose laptop at the bar we type on has a brother she worries of in Iraq. The girl who is of magic has been out of a job in favour of a co-worker who slept with the father of 12 congressman. We have a hotel on K-street.

We carry on. Inch. This post is for you. I know where you are, right now. pseudo-Bravo.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

The father has twelve sons who are Congressmen. Amazing! I smell oligarchy in the making.


5:02 PM  
Blogger James MacDuff said...

Yeah, not all of these stories are necessarily accurate. But as told, it was tragically hilarious.

8:35 PM  

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