Submitted

Memo 2 is officially in the past. How glorious. I spent much longer than you would ever expect cutting two pages off of it to get it within the page limit. I hope the content didn't suffer as a result, but oh well. Nothing I can do about it anymore, it has been submitted. I think it's going to take some time to sink in that I don't have to worry about it anymore.

Caitlin was in the district this weekend staying with Molly, so I got to hang out with them. We went to Ray's Hell Burger, or whatever it's called, to get a delicious hamburger which was not as large as I had anticipated. It more put me to sleep than filled my stomach to the brim. We ended up at a bar in Georgetown full of underage and/or fratty looking people. Every kind of tool you can imagine was in this bar. We had pre-ripped hat guy, balding creepy guy, drunk blond girl with too much makeup etc. It was right out of the scene in West Wing where Charlie almost gets in a bar fight with some frat guys (at a bar in Georgetown, no less). Only no secret service came in to escort the obnoxious people away. Then last night we went to a party at Georgetown. The best part was easily Green Man - this kid who had a full body suit of green fabric. For a while Green Man was running around, but then he got hot and changed out of it, abandoning his super power of making people pay attention to him. His flaw was leaving the Green Man suit on a chair in the middle of the party. Caitlin, like a crack addict, needed to do it, so she eventually stole the Green Man suit and tried it on outside. Pictures occurred. Also, there was this girl who was dancing all up on some guy, like very scandalously. I don't have a problem with it, except that she had a complete disregard for the personal space of other people around her and she bumped into me about 20 times in 3 minutes. So I labeled her DTF girl. Then she moved to behind Molly and started bumping her. Molly got an annoyed look and I said to her "Now you have to deal with DTF girl." Molly laughed. DTF girl said, "I heard that."

Me: "Ok."
Girl: "I'm not DTF..."
Me: "Well you dance like it."
Girl: "..and not with you."
Me: "Ok."
Girl: "You're racist."

What?? Alright, whatever you say. My shirt said Obama on it, for the record. I don't even know what race this girl was that I had been offending her. I had been poking fun at Native Americans earlier that day (all in good Native Americans, you guys rock!), but I doubt she knew about that. I just laughed at her and went on my merry way.

On my walk back home last night I interfered with some guy taking photos. I felt bad. But not too bad, since it was 2 am and he had his camera set up on a bridge over Rock Creek Parkway trying to take pictures of god knows what. Who are you? Don't you have other things to do like sleep or watch tv, or anything but walk around with your camera and tripod at 2 am?