home again.

ah to be home.. even though it is just a tiny room in an apartment crammed full of guitars and amps and tools... and outdated stereo equipment.. and dirty clothes..

actually i devoted my whole afternoon to laundry today.. but i got side tracked and slept most of it.. anyhow, my laundry is done.

I can't remember my original intention for this blog.... hmmmm.


so,, i guess i'll just ramble on about all the sweet stuff i did in washington d.c.


(that's what you wanted anyway,, right?)


let's see here... i sat down for a little self reflection on George Washington's very own back porch.. which is on a huge hill looking over the potomac river.. very nice.. i wondered what george washington thought about when he was sitting there. i'm sure he wasn't contemplating his class schedule for next semester... or his current living situation, and how to alleviate the current problems without adding financial problems.. or if his cell phone is broken because none of his friends seem to be texting him back..

i also nearly shed a tear at the WWII memorial when some lady and her granddaughter started singing the national anthem and a whole crowd of people stopped what they were doing and sang along.. myself included...

I went to The Arlington National Cemetery,, where i saw the kennedy's graves.. and also the grave of a soldier of the revolutionary war... that was pretty crazy.. and about a million other graves too.. and i saw a horse drawn hurst,, with a fallen soldier in a casket on the back of it.. pretty sobering..



i went to the holocaust museum.. not enough space to write about that... except, i will say that, all of the nazi suits i saw were tiny,, i don't know if people were just tiny back then,, or if it's just germans...



I stood at the foot of abraham lincoln and stared him right in the face.. one thing i noticed about ol' abe lincoln.... he was wearin some big fuckin' cowboy boots..


while walking up the steps to the abraham lincoln memorial i said aloud, "and this is where forest gump gave his famous speech." and turned around to my family acting like a tour guide... a few people laughed... i was satisfied...



in a similar fashion,, while at the capital building, i noticed a wax statue thing of a man from apollo 11... the famous lunar mission.. he was in his space suit... and people were taking pictures in front of him so i couldn't see his name or birth/death date... so when my brother asked who that was,, i replied, (loudly)"That's a statue of Tom Hanks"... "you know,, from that movie".. and we kept walking.... i thought it was classic....


while on the supreme court tour a lady asked if they have murder cases there.. the guide explained to her that most of the cases heard by the supreme court were appeals that deal with the constitutionality of laws... the very next lady,, i mean the VERY next,,, asked, "do y'all ever have celebrity cases here?"!!!!! good god!!!... i was appalled.. these were grown women, mind you.. i wanted to ask the guide if she ever got to shake paris hilton's hand.. or michael jackson's...

anyhow... over and out..

oh,, and i feel the need to say this:

THIS BLOG IS NO WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM, ABOUT DUSTY PURVIS... HE WAS NOT IN WASHINGTON D.C. NOR HAS HE EVER SEEN NANCY PELOSI.. AND HE PROBABLY WON'T EVER GET TO.. WHICH MIGHT BE A GOOD THING.. BUT JUST TO REITERATE, DUSTY PURVIS WAS NEVER MENTIONED BY NAME OR PSEUDONYM IN THIS BLOG, NOR DID I USE ANY OTHER MEANS OF TRICKERY, IN WHICH TO FALSELY INCRIMINATE HIM BY MEANS OF ALERTING HIS GIRLFRIEND'S EVER INTUITIVE MENTAL RADAR FOR DETECTING SHADY BEHAVIOR ON OUR PART..

DUSTY PURVIS DID NOT HAVE SEXUAL RELATIONS WITH NANCY PELOSI.


AMY.