D.C. bites back

Apparently my trademark D.C. luck got transferred this weekend to Meghan's friend from New York.

The highlight might have been when someone approached us to inform her: "I thought Cyndi Lauper was dead." It was my fault, I guess. I forgot to mention that she should be dressed in khaki at all times.
So true, and so sad.

Maybe this is that Corporation movie I saw yesterday talking, but perhaps we should consider classifying Washington, D.C. as psychopathic.

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