Much like my esteemed colleague Dave, I too enjoyed returning to DC as much as one would enjoy swallowing a cup of rusty thumbtacks.
You know, when you're driving back into town at night after being away for a week, the first thing you notice is the stars. Specifically, the stars fading away one by one as the city lights blend them out of the skyline. For me, that's pretty sucky and also a bit depressing, but what can you do.
Then, unfortunately, the first real indication that you're back in town is that gaudy Air Force Memorial (yes, you heard me, GAUDY. Somebody had to say it). Seeing that thing from the freeway isn't depressing, but it fails to cause me to reflect on our airmen and their sacrifices. Plus, it was technically erected during a time of war which I think is a little weird anyway. When I drive past it, all I can do is stare and say to myself, "what the fuck." With the exception of the beautifully done Vietnam Wall Memorial, the military shouldn't be allowed to rely on modern art sculptures or post modern or whatever it is (both of which I do really enjoy in the museums instead of the freeway). But as a general rule, if the military won't allow gays to serve openly, they're not allowed to use pomo.
Juxtapose "spike" against Crystal City (which I affectionately call Military-Industrial Complex City), and you realize how much a small group of silly people in our nation's capital can really fuck things up for everyone else despite their best intentions. That's Washington's REAL power, and for some, its attraction.
Anyway, I'm home now, and I suppose it's all rusty thumbtacks from here on out.