Carry Me Back To Ol Virginee

Dropped into Balto Friday night.  Turned the Mapquest calculated mileage of 58 into 103.  Virginia has worse traffic signs than Mexico - or Warsaw.  Finally got to the Embassy Suite too late to hang with the Molzer.

Popped out of bed around tenish and the kid was already there.  She and her mother made quick work of dispatching me to the closest Metro station.  Only a half hour to the Smithsonian stop.  Spent a couple hours at the Air & Space, took in the entire Hirshorn and a fair amount of the Asian museum before having to catch my train back to meet my wimmens.  New American Indian Museum is architecturally interesting, slated to open this September.  Seems to be made of limestone blocks, maybe.

Spent Sunday assembling IKEA-ware.  Molz has a terrific apartment, much nicer than anything she's had before.  She and her mother spent like a bazillion dollars on weird orange and green tschochkes, none of which comes with actual assembly instructions, just stickman drawings.  It's almost midnight, hometime, so that's three, body time.  All for now.