Here are some phone pictures from June, when I was in D.C. for most of the month. First, these two flying contraptions from the aerospace museum. I like the first one mostly because it reminds me of the Godzilla episode of Arrested Development. The description of the flying platform makes it sound like some kind of floating Segway, except way better because it uses rickety 50s technology. But I mostly just like it because its descendant got some play in the Street Fighter movie.
Here’s my rental hearse. Hundred degree heat and a leather interior allow it to double as a sauna.
I can’t overstate my love for Bon Chon. I’d go with a large order of wings so I’d always have leftovers in the mini-fridge to crawl over to the next day.
I was disappointed with Shake Shack, but my expectations were probably unfairly high. Because I’d still take it over any other fast food burger. The beef really is that good. But it’s still a fast food burger that can’t compete with a good burger from a sit-down restaurant.
Fellow ID4 fans.
Segway groups always look ridiculous. But I would’ve loved to have one, because east coast humidity is no joke and you cover a lot of ground playing tourist at the National Mall.
I used the “Do Not Disturb” sign for the first few days. Because I am a slob. But a slob with shame. After taking this picture I decided I needed to get a hold of myself, cleaned the place up on my own, and let housekeeping put their finishing touches on it. I remembered how awesome it is to come hope to a made bed and fresh towels. After that, I kept the “Do Not Disturb” sign the hell off the door.
Also, I’ll always associate the trip with the Heat/Mavericks final. (I associate my Philly trip with the Heat having no answer for the Bulls defense or Taj Gibson the demigod. So much for that.)
I took pictures of all these rocket ship parts and pleased myself by sending the pictures to friends (aka Junior) saying I’m in a pod racer factory.
This picture of my laptop screen truly has nothing to do with D.C. except that I saw this picture while in D.C. Just a fantastic jacket.
Missed my exit around 3am and ended up…in some place. Near the Potomac. With no street lights. And no cars. Anyway, I exited as into some road that goes through the forest, started thinking about Civil War ghosts, smashed on the pedal, “Yeah sure”ed a deer crossing sign, almost hit a deer, eased up on the pedal, and finally got myself turned around and on my way home.
Hama Sushi was in a strip mall near the worksite. The chirashi was excellent.
The best thing about my D.C. trip is that I have a few friends who moved there in the past few years who made time to hang out. (Can’t thank them enough.) With the extended stay, it was really good to just hang out on some nights. There were more than a few hours of 3-person Call of Duty free-for-alls.
Because I slacked when I found out I needed to extend my stay, I had to move to another hotel for the third week. For whatever reason, I was given a two bedroom, two bath place. So I started using the “Do Not Disturb” sign again—spending most of my time in one room then moving to the other room when I felt the sheets were ruffled enough.
Speaking of good restaurant burgers, Ray’s Hell Burger didn’t disappoint in the slightest. I ordered a bone marrow burger and they don’t mess around with the marrow. Look at it. Straight to the arteries, but very very worth it. Best food I had in D.C.
It poured on a couple of days. I’d say it was nice because the rain reminded me of Seattle, but that’d be a lie. A gentle shower is a nice reminder of Seattle. Torrential downpour is a nice reminder that I don’t know these roads and should definitely stop taking phone pictures while driving.
“Ben Affleck, give this to Billy Bob and take care of my daughter.”
Taking pictures in a museum is cool because a professional’s already taken care of the lighting for you. This replica of a prehistoric plant was really really interesting; it took forever to take a picture of it without people getting in the way.
Not. I’m pretty sure I was the first person to take a picture of this thing. Or to even stop and look at it. Or even glance.
Because really, who cares about a plant when there are giant sloths and caveman burial dioramas. Sloths taller than Shaq!
I was super entertained trying to take this “Hey, I’m in (an) Egypt(ian exhibit)!” picture.
Again, my friends in D.C. made the trip what it was. Black Ops with one couple and homemade ice cream with another—this was far beyond hospitality.
I loved D.C. and definitely want to visit again. Gotta get my hands on that bone marrow burger. Luckily there’s a Bon Chon in L.A. to pull me through if I can’t handle the chicken wing withdrawals.