Last night, Bob and I went to see David Sedaris. While I enjoy reading his work, my eyes roll back into my head and I begin to drool when I get to listen to him read his work. One piece that he read appeared in the New Yorker today. If you dare to read it, throw a towel down under yourself first. This is the second time we've seen him in the flesh. I can't say I laughed any less than the first time. He's So. Damn. Funny. He's also incredibly warped. I admire that in a human being. Assemble all of this in a pink button-down shirt on a little gay man and I'm over-the-moon. If you've never listened to his work, don't ease into it. Buy the box set, drop the kids at school and pop it in the CD player/iPod/tape deck. I do warn you that you may crash your car. So, be prepared to pull over at any given moment. As they say in Minnesota, he makes my socks go up and down.
Today we hoofed it around The Mall. Again. I am 1 part too excited about the weather to go underground to take the Metro and 2 parts too phobic to ride the Metro as the Grown Up In Charge. The last time I was in DC, I was a whopping 17 years old and being led around by the Close Up Foundation . The biggest responsibility I had was deciding what color I wanted them to make my hair at Commander Salamander . So, we walked. And, truly we're just a few block from the Capitol. However, if you've been to DC, you know that the Capitol and, say, the Washington Monument are a smidgen apart from one another...like a mile-long smidgen. And, if you know me then you know that I am the world's number one couch potato. In fact, there are many times I don't even go all the way to the couch as it's just too far from my oh-so-comfy bed. God bless Tempur - pedic . There's a point in here. I swear. I'll get to it eventually. First, I must also explain that we had plans to meet...
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