I keep turning on the television and seeing my neighborhood on tv. Oh, sup; Bono down the street. Hey there.
In other news, they’ve started the road blocks and bridge closures and “no you can’t bring your umbrella near Pennsylvania Avenue” seizures. You can’t take a backpack, but you need to bring food, water and medication. You need to be dressed semi-formally, but also, it’s going to be freezing and possibly snowing. Take the Metro, since you can’t drive anywhere, or park anywhere, but all the stations near the Mall are closed. Too dangerous.
Hey, I’m just happy they put up those signs declaring downtown D.C. a Prostitution-Free Zone. And I’m glad the giant icebergs in the Potomac from last week are gone; either melted or floated away. And I’m glad it isn’t 11 degrees like it was Friday.
But most of all, I’m glad that as of tomorrow, all those people with “1-20-09″ bumper stickers will have to find another, new way to be smarmy. May I suggest Truck Nutz?
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No Prostitute Zone signs?!?! I wonder how much time government folks spent on talking about that, deciding that needed to be addressed, picking the committe to discuss the size/color/typeface/placement of that, budgeting for that, listening to the committee’s recommendation about that, approving it and evaluating the effectivenss of that. gad. :-(
Don’t like the weather. You are always welcome to come back home. We miss you. :-)