Pleather Turquoise Phlebotomy Chair: I don't feel like editing this, so don't judge

So here is the scoop I promised. This won't be very interesting, so I apologize in advance. Perhaps I'll give the option of an alternate ending to spice things up a bit. Yeah I think I will...ok well we got into DC around 9:30. The taxi driver that picked us up was major sketch. He kept talking in his middle eastern accent that I couldn't understand. The gist I got was that I was a flower, and daughters are so much better than sons. Fortunately the one sided convo didn't end up where I was preparing for it to go, and we finally made it to watergate. finally. at 10. when we promptly had dinner. What is it about cities and eating so freaking late. A buffalo burger at 11pm just doesn't sit well. I also love that all the Georgetown shops are also still open until midnight. Come on Bangor, you're a hip Maine city, why can't you keep your dollar stores open until at least 10. So the next day was filled with shopping, glorious shopping. While my Uncle David dragged Sam from ritzy retailer to ritzy retailer looking for the perfect hugo boss-esque sports coat, the lovely Tanu, friend de Bowdoin, and I suffered from sticker shock and wallowed in our poor-college-student lifestyles by stuffing our faces with the most delicious pizza on the eastern seaboard. Approx 30 min later, we went for a run in the 90 degree heat and 100% humidity. Yeah, Bangor was looking pretty good right about then. First shirtless run of the summer though! woot! yay for flaunting my not-so-ready-to-be-exposed 2pack abs (I think I use too many multiple word adjectives. sorry, I'll try to control it). Anyway, we barely survived. After the glorious run, sam, my uncle, and I went to Start Trek. O . M . G. so good. I have never, ever watched an episode of Star Trek, but this movie made me so happy. so good. soo good. Michelle, let's buy it and watch it together please.
Again, we had dinner at 10 that night. I don't think I'll ever get over that. Sunday morning was super cool. We went to a flea market. YEE! On the metro there were two little asian girls posing for pictures the whole way. what is it with these crazy asians. I love them so much. At the flea market, we met a guy from Boothbay harbor. We talked about Maine things, and he showed me their Moxie and lobster t-shirts. It made me happy, even though eating lobster is cruel and moxie tastes like butt. I ended up with a sweet dress with gargantuous-slutty slits (holla) and elephant bag from Thailand. There was a vendor on the street with half a dozen gorgeous black lab puppies. I WANTED ONE SO BAD! they looked so miserable, and I just wanted to take them all home and love them and love them some more. They were right outside the little cafe we had drinks at, which had a bubble machine going. Such a scene: sunny quintissential DC, a bustling flee market, bubbles flying through the air, a saxophonist, and puppies. perfect. But all good things come to an end, and it was time to take Sam to his global leadership thing. more foreigners! I hope he brings home some Italian girl with a good looking older brother. Then we can go skiing in Europe. huzzah. After that, it was just a plane-ride, and I was returned to my dearest michelle and puppies. The only other exciting thing on the plane (other than sombrero man) was this cute little girl that kept bringing me this sticker from women's tights. she loved that sticker, and she loved giving it to me then taking it away. children are so strange.
so now I'm home. I was going to provide an alternate ending, but that would just make this way too long, and I'm lazy. So instead, I'll just leave you a pic of my cousin's new dog, Butters. Possibly the cutest thing on the planet at the moment.