Thank God for AC in DC.

I spent the 4th of July weekend in DC. And by "weekend" I mean Wed-Sun. This time around, I flew Delta. Much better than US Airways with their vast conspiracy to defraud me out of my hard-earned money by some elaborate "air traffic" scheme. Bastards.

Anyhoo. I had never been to DC before and this was my opportunity to see the sights, visit the museums, get a feel for the city as a potential practice area, and of course, see Jordan and Spencer! This meant a lot of walking. Apparently, DC is hot in the summer. Who knew? Thank the gods for air conditioning, though. Seriously, how did people live there without it? I think the only time it really cooled down was when there was a brief torrential downpour. Which happened to coincide exactly with me leaving the National Archives to the metro. I had a blast as a tourist, seeing the museums (National Gallery and Portrait Gallery were wonderful) and the monuments. However, the Smithsonian was a tad disappointing, since there were so many freakish children all around me. Plus, the American History one was closed! I wanted to see Archie Bunker's chair, dag nabbit! Also, when on the mall (which by the way, there was no Banana Republic. Not even a food court. What the hell kind of mall is that?) I ran into a friend from freshman year of college. Small world, huh?

The sights were great, as was the food (except for Agraria by the waterfront. Boooooo. Made me sick later in the evening). But I don't know how I felt about the city itself. On the one hand, I'm a big history dork, so I love it. But on the other hand, I didn't get a vibe. In the past, I tend to get a good gut sense as to whether some place is the right fit for me. I had it when I visited both Marquette and Harvard. But DC? Nothing. Neither positive nor negative. Well, that didn't clear anything up as I begin to start thinking about planning for contemplating Fall OCI and the rest of my life.