Rally to Restore Sanity

It was a fairly low-key Halloween this year, because I spent most of the weekend in DC, at Jon Stewart and Stephen Colbert's Rally to Restore Sanity And/Or Fear. I'm with stupid reasonable! I have a scream! In any case, I saw Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow perform a duet.

First off, people in DC are nice. I forget this in New York, but in most of the country, people are just friendlier. After Kate and I suffered through a six-hour Friday night bus ride (with movie options Remember Me and The Bounty Hunter), Mary, our lovely host for the weekend, rushed us to a bar. They let me in without an ID, sold me a pitcher of beer for $14, and everyone was like, "Hi! What's your name, person I'll never see again?! Tell me all about yourself!!!"

Then it was Rally Day. Kate's roommate kindly provided us with special passes, so we need not rub elbows with the proletariat.

The Metro that morning was out of control, with ridership at record levels. The DC subway, as Kate put it, is both antiquated and futuristic - a vision of the twenty-first century through the eyes of someone in 1965. It feels like it's out of Back to the Future: Part II.

We saw some VERY random signs.

Matt Damon?

Anyway, we had a pretty good view (keep in mind that the crowd behind us extended for over ten blocks) and enjoyed what felt like The Daily Show: Live! (with special guest Stephen Colbert) slash "Protest Against Cable News." I was glad to be there.

On the way back we passed the Capitol, right by famous New Jersey Ave. DC's sights really are gorgeous.

Please note the fanny pack I am rocking in the above pictures. My arms were so deliciously free! The fanny pack is back!

Was Totally On TV This Weekend

I went with Panicky to the Rally to Restore Sanity And/Or Fear this past weekend and toooootally made it on camera. Check it out.

image via CBSNews

Yeah that's right, I'm famous.

VA

Per PWILD tradition, nothing could be organized or thoroughly planned (I look back on PWILD, which is an amazing organization, and really, really wonder how no one's died), but somehow, it all happens and it's great.

Anyway, two weeks ago my friend William and I boarded a shadyass Chinatown bus, rode to DC, took the Metro to northern VA, drove down to Prince William Forest, pitched some borrowed tents, and camped out with a couple other former PWILDers. You can tell because they still have a bunch of active gear and are all in "save the planet" graduate school programs, except for me. Hiking, frolicking, and packing it all out: just like old times, except we could keep everything in the car.

DC

So last weekend the KP girls and I crawled to DC (6 hours on a Greyhound! Next time I'm taking a plane) to visit the glorious J. J. lives in a giant apartment with an imaginary roommate who brings over furnishings and teapots but never actually shows her face.

Last time I visited we toured monuments etc., but this time we felt up enough on our civics to daydrink instead. It was a rather gorgeous day.







We rediscovered our love for the great game 7-11 Doubles, which is also the preferred sport of Satan.




I love our capital. Thanks, J!