Back from D.C. Or rather, back from Arlington, Va. I know there exists a nation's capital, but darn it if I've missed it the last three or four times I've visited. Wedding weekends don't allow much time or space for geographic exploration. Save for a few WWII veterans on our plane and a few flag vendors next to the hotel, I never would have even known there was a memorial dedication going on this weekend, our area of operation was so tiny. Hotel room to hotel lobby to mall connected to hotel to hotel room again.
D.C. living fascinates me. Everyone I've visited there in the last few years has lived in an apartment building resembling a Ramada Inn -- large and sterile, each floor replicating the next, with the only decor variance occuring in the lobby. I don't consider this a bad thing -- having lived in charming but overpriced and dilapidated apartments in cities like Boston and San Francisco, I appreciate the cleanliness and uniformity of such buildings. Still, they're not what I typically associate with city living.
I won't add to the reams of cicada press here, but my god, I've never seen so many squished bugs in my life. They littered every conceivable walkway.
The best part of the D.C. visit to me was the humidity. I haven't been back East in a few summers and forgot what moist air feels like. I really do love the weightiness of it, in both the literal and figurative sense. It was overcast for much of the weekend, and I loved sensing the possibility of thunderstorms in the air. L.A. weather can be so perfectly boring so much of the time.