I feel famous.

Things I am Kind of Into Right Now:
-Other, More Successful Blogs. See: Go Fug Yourself, Fringe and Purge, Snakes and Belgium, etc. There are many funny people out there, with probably more interesting lives. And as long as I get to read about them, I am content.
-The A.V. Club. It wrote something snarky about our play the other day, which, as far as I'm concerned, launches us into the stratos of fame. Plus it gave me the surreal joy of seeing my group in print as I idly flipped through the Onion the other morning.
-The Smithsonian. Enough said.
-The DB-5 from "Goldfinger." Which I actually saw a working replica of the other day at the Spy Museum. I actually cried. People looked askance. Let them stare.
-History
-Being a Good Samaritan
-Air Conditioning.

Things I Could Do Without:
-Mosquitos and/or West Nile
-100 Degree Heat, Plus Humidity. Being constantly drenched in my own sweat does not do much for my self-esteem.
-The Drunk Ugly, or "Drugly." A condition I experience when I have imbibed perhaps a bit unwisely.
-Getting that George Washington song stuck in my head
-Sunburns
-Spending all my money on necessities (ice cream, smoothies, etc.)
-Wearing my black t-shirt EVER AGAIN. Apparently warm weather rejects hipsters. And no matter how hard you try, no one will ever find you ironic if you pass out on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.

The aforementioned, perhaps undeservedly exaggerated sense of fame was increased by our performance on Saturday, which was extremely well-attended and amazing. After, Abby's parents had a party for us and their friends at a really nice place on Pennsylvania Avenue (so classy, it's only known by its address). We had nice cocktails, delicious food, and heard poetry recited to us in the square outside. From there we party-hopped to the home of some other Whitman people, who have apparently made their way into every major city. Despite a brief bout of the drugly, I made it home unscathed.

Today is Kate's last day in the country, and we are going to live it up accordingly. A trip to see the Muppet exhibit at the Smithsonian is in order, and after some "show business" (ha ha) (oh--that means taking some pictures and rehearsing) I think we're going to try to get into a showing of "The Dark Knight." I'm sure my witticisms and charming observations on that film will be forthcoming.