day 5: confessions of a sudafed lover

god i hate being sick.

admittedly, i haven’t done much to counter the sickness, neither rest nor doctor’s visit. but whaddya expect? i got sick on the 4th of july, as far as i know, the biggest holiday in the city. dc loves the 4th like nyc loves halloween. so if i DIDNT come out, it would’ve been the type of shame that i couldn’t look down.

eh, shit like this is what they made sudafed for.

i have hella ish that i need to write about, considering i missed two packed days. but because i will have a 16 hour bus ride, and at least two hours worth of battery life, i’ll make a second update about the past two days and about dc in general tomorrow morning… written on the bus.

that's where i wanta live!

some photos, no matter how touristy, are obligatory

so on the 3rd, i did the museum thing… the freer gallery and the national gallery east wing with my homeboy camden, as well as a more general walking tour of downtown dc. i’d like to publicly thank camden again for taking me around and showing me the sites. what a great guide to the city! it reaffirms my belief that you really do need locals in whatever place you go.

as per usual, i was amazed at the beauty that is art. i fucking love the national gallery. it is AWERSOME sauce. admittedly, the east building is a bit bloody tiny, but getting to see the Nude Woman Standing by Picasso was… life changing. it really is an amazing piece of work, as are so many works in the national gallery.

who's that sexy bum?(and yes, i changed clothes)

what the hell is it with manet and horses?

the walls are closing in!

nudie!

i REALLY wanted to go to the national archives to see the constitution and the declaration of independence, but the line was too ridiculous.

even then, i had an awesome time being a tourist in DC.

real coney island dog? i think not.

but even more than that, even more than the fact that i’m sick, i keep thinking about meeting the hare krishna boys. they travel from state to state, setting up this festival of india fair grounds thing. it was ridiculo random meeting them, as me and cam were randomly resting in front of one of their tents when i found out some of them played a little bit of submission wrestling. me being me, i asked them what affiliation they were with and somehow ended up wrestling one of ‘em.

taking the back and looking for an armbar

god i am a midget

big dude by the name of hari gave me one hell of a fight for my money, ‘specially considering i had trained for so much longer than he had.

but afterwards, all the hare krishna folks took me, which is weird, introducing themselves, sharing their food and beverage. honestly, in trading stories and experiences with them, it struck me how much i depend upon the kindness of strangers on this trip. the hare krishna boys, among others have really fundamentally renewed my faith in humanity. there is such an open generosity of spirit in the human character and i feel like that feeling was definitely embodied by the hare krishna boys.

the boys + ninja dude

(one of the guys in the above picture is a ninja. i mean dead serious. completely able to blend in the background. i’ll talk about him and natural talents some other time. dude scared the bejesus out of me)

it’s trippy… life is such a game of inches, full of weird circumstances. my life is especially so. random things happen, random things come together. or don’t. but thas my life. and i’m set adrift on this river of circumstance that reaffirms my idea that if there is a god or some great power guiding the paths of our lives… he/she/it has one hell of a sense of human. or i might just be a cosmic joke. either way.

they stole my haircut!

that night, after laundry of course, was artmoatic, this massive art festival/warehouse party, where i got to meet up with some of the folks i met at hay qua. whoa, that was dope, even if i hardly spent any amount of time there. and even if my first purchase was a glass of wine. but hey. it’s me.

i hella enjoyed the day. more discussion about it later, as well as about more philosophical things i’ve been thinking about, as well as my fourth of july hijinks. which was minddblowingly awersome sauce. and more about the hare krishna folks, of course.

plus, i’ll talk about meeting up with one of my friends in highschool, using that as a springboard for discussion of how people change or don’t change over time. and about wingmanning for her ditzy arse. i am awesome.

oh… and if you’re reading, please comment. it’s too often that i can feel just the tiny bit alone. or that this blog is a scream into the ether.

oh and if ANYONE knows ANYONE in nashville tenn, please connect us.

life is like a cold… more often than not you’re floating on a benadryl haze… and when you ARE cognizant, it mostly sucks.

Tags: philosophy, ramblings, ruminations, washington dc

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