MY BLUES TOUR UPDATE
You ever have a dream about something and then it TOTALLY HAPPENS and the first thing that comes to your mind is "Ah, that's a glitch in the Matrix...Ha ha h...he..eh.....oh. That fuckin' movie." Well, Washington DC has been EXACTLY how I imagined it. I think I could've drawn the city: Drab mono-height buildings with ritzy marble on the inside and restaurants with shrimp to the ceiling to fill the gullets of congressmen. If Boston is a professor and if Florida is a soap star, then Washington DC is an intern. The city reeks of squeaky clean ambition, servility and misguided hopefulness. Not all is as boring as it seems, check out the totally unboring things I've thought to inform you of!!!:
EVERYTHING IS FREE
Attention poor sight-seekers! Perhaps because all the politicians have to walk around in hoards among (who would otherwise be disgruntled) normies, they've made a majority of anything that represents the city, free. Kick ass museums and zoos, all free. I thought the moment I walked in, these places would reek of homeless potty spots and the water fountains would shoot 1/13 of an inch from the spout. No way! They were squeaky clean, well-staffed, and had yummy water that shot all-powerfully (not to mention the National Gallery of Art was 10x cooler than any museum I've seen in SF or NY).
RUMSFELD"S GOT THE POST-EMPLOYMENT BLUES
So, I walk into an off-THE-beaten-path movie theater to see the film I've wanted to get at, for like, three months, Thank You For Smoking. It's smart, it's thinky, it's got a lot to do with the psychology of politics and this city. Guess who's in front of me?!!! Yup, Rummy himself with two young men for company who looked like they were on the clock (the clock of PROTECTION...HEh-HEM). I was totally convinced this man was going to be joining me in theater six. NOPE. I later found out he was not in the mood to think that day (he's probably too sad and tired from all that post-employment pizza delivery). The ticket lady was happy to inform me which movie he was there to see that day..... he did the unexpected by doing the obvious. HE TOTALLY WENT INTO THEATER 11, 12 or 14. What was playing in these theaters? MISSION IMPOSSIBLE III. (Perk up Rummy! No need to punish yourself by reliving your career through this Hollywood fantasy. It's not (all) your fault!!!!)
If anything of import happens in NY, I will inform you. Probably not as drunk Chloe sightings are out of the question. Our #1 party lady of the night is in LA making a dumb show.
You ever have a dream about something and then it TOTALLY HAPPENS and the first thing that comes to your mind is "Ah, that's a glitch in the Matrix...Ha ha h...he..eh.....oh. That fuckin' movie." Well, Washington DC has been EXACTLY how I imagined it. I think I could've drawn the city: Drab mono-height buildings with ritzy marble on the inside and restaurants with shrimp to the ceiling to fill the gullets of congressmen. If Boston is a professor and if Florida is a soap star, then Washington DC is an intern. The city reeks of squeaky clean ambition, servility and misguided hopefulness. Not all is as boring as it seems, check out the totally unboring things I've thought to inform you of!!!:
EVERYTHING IS FREE
Attention poor sight-seekers! Perhaps because all the politicians have to walk around in hoards among (who would otherwise be disgruntled) normies, they've made a majority of anything that represents the city, free. Kick ass museums and zoos, all free. I thought the moment I walked in, these places would reek of homeless potty spots and the water fountains would shoot 1/13 of an inch from the spout. No way! They were squeaky clean, well-staffed, and had yummy water that shot all-powerfully (not to mention the National Gallery of Art was 10x cooler than any museum I've seen in SF or NY).
RUMSFELD"S GOT THE POST-EMPLOYMENT BLUES
So, I walk into an off-THE-beaten-path movie theater to see the film I've wanted to get at, for like, three months, Thank You For Smoking. It's smart, it's thinky, it's got a lot to do with the psychology of politics and this city. Guess who's in front of me?!!! Yup, Rummy himself with two young men for company who looked like they were on the clock (the clock of PROTECTION...HEh-HEM). I was totally convinced this man was going to be joining me in theater six. NOPE. I later found out he was not in the mood to think that day (he's probably too sad and tired from all that post-employment pizza delivery). The ticket lady was happy to inform me which movie he was there to see that day..... he did the unexpected by doing the obvious. HE TOTALLY WENT INTO THEATER 11, 12 or 14. What was playing in these theaters? MISSION IMPOSSIBLE III. (Perk up Rummy! No need to punish yourself by reliving your career through this Hollywood fantasy. It's not (all) your fault!!!!)
If anything of import happens in NY, I will inform you. Probably not as drunk Chloe sightings are out of the question. Our #1 party lady of the night is in LA making a dumb show.
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...someday i will be able to visit portland again. out here in the desert, absolutely everything seems far away!