July 30, 2007

• DC

  I swear I'm still suffering PTSD just from driving around Washington DC and the I-495 area in general.  Yeah, some may argue that Baltimore isn't much better either-- being a Baltimore native, I can safely say that B-more aint jack compared to dodging all the attention-lacking crazies behind the wheels in our nation's capital.  However, it does make up for the great bars that they somehow decide to concentrate all over the place.

  
  

  Adams Morgan, like all other bar towns in DC is packed.  Like, balls to the wall packed.  Call me old, but I prefer my bars up in Baltimore (Canton, Fells Point, Federal Hill, Towson, etc.) where there's a good deal of people (and women), but there's still enough room where I could still stick my arm standing still out without punching someone.  At least, not on purpose.

  
  

  Won, a former-Marine buddy of mine decided to show up over the weekend from New York-- probably the only reason I even bothered to drive down to DC in the first place.

  
  

  

  
  

  Me, lost as usual.  Peggy said I look like a little boy in the picture.

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

  Kevin, going for the Derka Derka Mohammed Jihad look.

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

  Our happier (drunk) side.

  
  

   

  
  

  

  
  

  Kevin, Me,Jen

  
  

  

  
  

  Won and Jen

  
  

  

  
  

  Me and Won, the two token FOBs

  
  

  

  
  

  Won and George, his former MSG Detachment buddy.

  
  

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  Now I gotta shave off some weight from all the eating and drinking from over the weekend.  I drank enough for an entire family, looks like I should dedicate this week to recovery.

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