As promised, here's the photos taken over the weekend:

Purple shirts, glasses, silly smiles...Travis and I are twins!

 

Paul and Travis on the Metro down.

Panoramic of Dupont Circle.  Not as awesome looking as I thought it would be.  You can see Travis and Paul over on the left.

The West Wing of the White House.

 

The White House.

Travis wearing a purple beret.  Sheer perfection. 

There's a map of the world on the ground at the Navy Memorial, so I decided to go stand in Toronto.  *SIGH*  If only I were there for real.

Speaking of Toronto, we walked past the Canadian Embassy and we all waved to Tam.

The Washington Monument.  You can see how clear, beautiful and blur the sky was.

Travis had said Friday night that when in DC he was going to dance Gangam Style and I would be filming it. I assure him I would not.  But he DID do that dance at the WWII Memorial with the Washington Monument in the background.  I did photgraph it, but did not film it.

Travis ironing.  In the hotel room.  Probably getting ready to iron my jeans.  And look how happy he is to be doing it.  The man LOVES to iron.  Freakishly so.

The view from the Lincoln Memorial.  Takes my breath away everytime I see it.

Panoramic of inside of Lincoln Memorial.

Travis ironing.  In the hotel room.  Probal

Panoramic of the hotel room.  It does NOT do the room justice.

Three hot and sexy bitches going out for the night.  I should have turned the flash off, obviously.

Paul at the fireplace in the hotel's lobby.

Travis dancing at Cobalt.

The towel were HUGE!  At least six feet long!

The sink.  The floor here is heated.  The frosted glass leads to the toilet and then the shower.

The toilet and the shower.

The bed with the uber comfy pillows!

The chaise.

Panoramic of the hotel.

Kris up at High Rock.

Panoramic of High Rock.

POLT

Like a winter storm, before the rain come pourin' down...

Naturally, during the snowpocalypse, I took photos.


When I got home last night about 11:30 PM, this was the view from my back porch. Not too bad yet.


This morning, about 11:00am, this was the same view. Still not too bad. But when I looked out the window about two hours ago, Miss Cleo's tires were roughly half covered with snow, so you can figure out how much more we've gotten.


A view through my front storm door, mid afternoon. You can see it coming down against the house on the other side of the street.


Another view out the front door.


My boots are totally covered in the snow as I walked to mom's. These particular boots go around my ankles, should give you an idea of the depth.


Walking up a hill on the way to moms. I found this one particularly beautiful.


This is either me once I reached mom's or the first proof of an abominable snowman.


At mom's Angel had to go out. Mom had said earlier in the morning, mom let her out the backdoor, she had kept the gate open. But Angel walked across the patio, stood at the gate, and peed right there, and then ran back inside. She didn't even bother to go outside the gate into the yard. I let her out the front door. She was walking around the sidewalk and into the grass, it was up against her stomach, but she jsut stopped and peed. I doubt she even had to squat as high as the snow was. At least we didn't lose her in the snow.

Might have more photos tomorrow once I get up and start shoveling again.

POLT Listening to the Cowboys-Saints football game

Oh, but you can't expect to wield supreme executive power just because some watery tart threw a sword at you. - Dennis, Monty Python And The Holy Grail