the washington detour
so! i'm not a teenager anymore. things've been this way for just over a week so the shock has worn off. i had a decidedly, uh, psychedelic birthday party that was totally fucking awesome and the sheer magnitude of its awesomeness leads me to think that arranging it is probably the nicest thing that anyone's ever done for me. and many nice things have been done on my behalf, all of which i'm incredibly grateful for.
in short: dan <3 fat john and amanda <3 <3 <3 <3
and then a week passed by and i ended up here, at a hampton inn in MAN-ASSES, virginia. the correct spelling is "manassas", but i get a kick out of butchering the pronunciation despite the disgusting imagery it entails. it's four days with my sister and my dad, i need to humor myself as much as possible to stay sane. i hit all the areas of interest at the smithsonian today. they had a mind-blowing synaesthesia exhibit that i spent like two hours wandering through over and over. i just took my ipod in there and sat on the floor and watched all the pretty colors project on the wall and passerbys must have been convinced that i was 100%, completely stoned off my ass. not so, passerbys! joke's on you, har har hat.
i've been jotting down a bit of a captain's log to kill time and keep track of any epiphanies that spring up during my trip. highlights so far:
-"all the music at t.g.i. friday's is generic and ridiculous. our waiter is missing a few teeth and this may or may not play into the fact that he didn't ask what kind of dressing i wanted with my side salad."
-"EVERYWHERE I LOOK I SEE CHEVY CHASE"
-"dad just ran a red light. ha!"
-"this place has lots of really attractive tourist girls running around. and lots of homeless people. so that's washington d.c.: hot tourist chicks and homeless people."
-"i am completely overwhelmed by the quality of this continental breakfast."
-"even if she becomes a horribly mangled paraplegic, one day i will marry kim deal."
-"i continue to really like my bloody valentine. what else is new?"
more as it unfolds. oh! and congratulations to the little league baseball team who just won some sort of championship or something and who are now annoying the hell out of me by screaming in the hotel lobby.
in short: dan <3 fat john and amanda <3 <3 <3 <3
and then a week passed by and i ended up here, at a hampton inn in MAN-ASSES, virginia. the correct spelling is "manassas", but i get a kick out of butchering the pronunciation despite the disgusting imagery it entails. it's four days with my sister and my dad, i need to humor myself as much as possible to stay sane. i hit all the areas of interest at the smithsonian today. they had a mind-blowing synaesthesia exhibit that i spent like two hours wandering through over and over. i just took my ipod in there and sat on the floor and watched all the pretty colors project on the wall and passerbys must have been convinced that i was 100%, completely stoned off my ass. not so, passerbys! joke's on you, har har hat.
i've been jotting down a bit of a captain's log to kill time and keep track of any epiphanies that spring up during my trip. highlights so far:
-"all the music at t.g.i. friday's is generic and ridiculous. our waiter is missing a few teeth and this may or may not play into the fact that he didn't ask what kind of dressing i wanted with my side salad."
-"EVERYWHERE I LOOK I SEE CHEVY CHASE"
-"dad just ran a red light. ha!"
-"this place has lots of really attractive tourist girls running around. and lots of homeless people. so that's washington d.c.: hot tourist chicks and homeless people."
-"i am completely overwhelmed by the quality of this continental breakfast."
-"even if she becomes a horribly mangled paraplegic, one day i will marry kim deal."
-"i continue to really like my bloody valentine. what else is new?"
more as it unfolds. oh! and congratulations to the little league baseball team who just won some sort of championship or something and who are now annoying the hell out of me by screaming in the hotel lobby.