A Leaky Bag of Protoplasm in Our Nation's Capital

Chris and I drove to Washington, DC for the weekend, daisho's presence being our excuse. We'd both wanted to visit DC for a while. We got a late start, due to a complication I'll address below, and arrived mid-afternoon Saturday. After some wandering around confusedly, we managed to meet with daisho in time to grab a sandwich and see part of the Smithsonian Museum of American History together.

Rai spent Sunday with his local friends, and the two of us roamed the National Mall by ourselves. We went to the National Archives in the morning, where they keep the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, and the Bill of Rights. I felt moved at seeing these documents. It must be an indescribable feeling to sign your name to a piece of paper you hope will remain famous centuries later. The National Archives also has a new, interactive exhibit showing off some of their holdings from the Public Vaults, which was excellent. I think we spent three hours in there. In the afternoon, we returned to the American History museum, and then drove home after closing time.

What held me up Saturday morning: ( complaint, kinda gross )