Winging it in... DC

Explain "act crazy".

This week it is all about DC! The Nation's Capital! I have done DC! DC- check. I am fairly sure DC has a bit more to offer than I have actually managed to get around in the last 48 hours, but I am also fairly sure I have done all the important bits, and probably some of the less important bits too.

I have to say that on observations of craziness here are high, now don’t get me wrong, Boston has its own share of nut jobs, in fact I think I have my very own who seems to live outside my apartment, spends a good amount of time drunk and the vast majority of that shouting and screaming. However, DC is really in a league of its own. I am quite sure the federal government must be involved somewhere, so I have taken to wearing a colander on my head to avoid and deflect mind control signals J

That isn’t to say DC hasn’t had a few disappointments- I was more than a little upset to discover Onion Station doesn’t actually exist. It was a major dyslexic moment on my part, and actually referred to Union Station, which it turns out is a major landmark and has more than a little history attached to it.

I am not at all sure why the Secret Service insists on driving around with marked cars. They have to be the least secret Secret Service imaginable. But just in case they are monitoring my thoughts and movements (the colander has now been removed) I am being very good and behaving myself impeccably.

This may also be a good time to mention the Spy Museum where you can learn all things spy, and buy all things spy. Including a Killer turkey burger-which was my purchase in the café. Apparently according to their information, Washington DC has the largest number of spies in the world living here. I’m not entirely sure how they can verify that claim, because I’m guessing they didn’t all accurately fill in the last census. That really would make you a pretty rubbish spy.

The “Walk” signals here are also a law unto themselves. They very helpfully give you a countdown on how long you have to make it across the road. Unfortunately that time seems to have a completely inverse relationship to the width of the road. There are some roads that take all of three steps to cross and have a timing limit of 60 seconds, whereas others that are a good six lanes wide seem to need a sprint and a change of clothes, with a whole 24 seconds allocated to them!

As ever, I took a tour bus, which means I have seen EVERYTHING that DC has to offer, museums, the zoo, the Capitol Building, The White House, Treasury, National Mall, Arlington Cemetery (yes, I know in VA), Georgetown including DC Cupcakes, statutes, archives, Union Station, memorials to just about everyone… and in a new fashion after I got a bit stroppy (I know- hard to imagine) from the floor of a tour bus. My main concern here being that someone spilled coffee, as happened yesterday, and I ended up sitting in it. Followed by the fact that I had already sat in something sticky and I might be permanently attached to the floor of the tour bus.

The glorious weather has now turned to clouded skies and the first few rain drops of the weekend, with a storm on the horizon it is time to head back to Boston….