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there was some sort of miscommunication between the label and the store, so when we got there everything was already set up. i moved a few things around, but even with a coffee break, some wandering around, and helping another label, we were still done by noon. so georgette (a coordinator from another label) and i decided to do some sightseeing.
for some reason, the program i used to upload these decided to make some photos really small and others kinda big. i'm too lazy to fix this.
we took separate flights in (because of some changes in the original schedule and problems with the travel agency). my flight was jam packed with businessmen/women who all had the same childmolester expression on their faces. i guess that's what happens when you work 80 hours a week on wallstreet. i tried to take photos of them, but ended up with a bunch of photos of the back of the seat in front of me instead.
this is what it looks like when you fly really low over antarctica (because to get from nyc to dc, you have to go across a whole other continent)
washington's reagan airport. so much better than dulles.
(on the way to the store)
look! it's the lincoln memorial!
(on the way back from the store)
yay! the washington memorial pkwy!
we accidentally went too far and ended up in virginia, so we stopped by arlington cemetary. i think the photos for that are on georgette's camera. they basically consist of us squinting really hard to see some soldiers and annoying a very confused and very foreign parking lot attendant.
this is where george w. lives. he's my buddy. we had a picnic with him after this, but because of security reasons, i can't share those photos.
i wanted to go to the top of this, but georgette insisted we wouldn't be able to expense the tickets, so we decided to just take photos instead.
big allison, little capitol. this is where fat men in wigs make rules.
we got lost. this is what we found.
and this too.
this is the road that got us lost. we could go "over" or "under" and genius me picked under.
this is my other good buddy's house (he's a little bit rich.)
this is some weird street in goergetown, which, incidently, i've decided is where i'm going to move to in the event i ever get married and want to settle down.
this is the wonderful little map that avis provided us with that kept us from getting lost. mostly.
this pleasantly friendly little sign meant our trip was almost over.
after expensing some cinnabon sticks and extra icing, we parted ways. i picked up an unnaturally large issue of vogue (which i haven't started reading yet) and headed for check in. at the gate, this dude i was sitting next to looked REALLY familiar. kinda like if david bowie and alan rickman had a kid and then he got to be in his 50s and gained a little weight. i totally think he was some famous dood, but i don't know who he would've been. i wanted to take his photo, but he seemed like a cool guy so i didn't want to offend him. then we got on the plane and these two douchebag photographers who apparently had been eating mexican food all day sat next to me. at first, from their talking (which i was DESPERATELY trying to tune out) i thought they had been shooting some weird computer thing for a tech magazine. but then the longer they talked, the more i noticed they were purposely ommiting details of the shoot and making weird hand gestures in their place so that by the time we were over new york, i was convinced they had actually been shooting porn.
but then i saw this (just not as blurry) and i forgot that there were two stinky retards next to me.
(brooklyn, coney island, brooklyn bridge, mahattan bridge, williamsburg bridge, and the finiancial district)
(chelsea, empire state building, chrysler building, part of times square, the 59th street bridge aka queensboro bridge)
(times square, midtown)
part of central park (the dark area below the wing that runs from the left side of the photo to the right side) with queens in the background
.
for some reason, the program i used to upload these decided to make some photos really small and others kinda big. i'm too lazy to fix this.
we took separate flights in (because of some changes in the original schedule and problems with the travel agency). my flight was jam packed with businessmen/women who all had the same childmolester expression on their faces. i guess that's what happens when you work 80 hours a week on wallstreet. i tried to take photos of them, but ended up with a bunch of photos of the back of the seat in front of me instead.
this is what it looks like when you fly really low over antarctica (because to get from nyc to dc, you have to go across a whole other continent)
washington's reagan airport. so much better than dulles.
(on the way to the store)
look! it's the lincoln memorial!
(on the way back from the store)
yay! the washington memorial pkwy!
we accidentally went too far and ended up in virginia, so we stopped by arlington cemetary. i think the photos for that are on georgette's camera. they basically consist of us squinting really hard to see some soldiers and annoying a very confused and very foreign parking lot attendant.
this is where george w. lives. he's my buddy. we had a picnic with him after this, but because of security reasons, i can't share those photos.
i wanted to go to the top of this, but georgette insisted we wouldn't be able to expense the tickets, so we decided to just take photos instead.
big allison, little capitol. this is where fat men in wigs make rules.
we got lost. this is what we found.
and this too.
this is the road that got us lost. we could go "over" or "under" and genius me picked under.
this is my other good buddy's house (he's a little bit rich.)
this is some weird street in goergetown, which, incidently, i've decided is where i'm going to move to in the event i ever get married and want to settle down.
this is the wonderful little map that avis provided us with that kept us from getting lost. mostly.
this pleasantly friendly little sign meant our trip was almost over.
after expensing some cinnabon sticks and extra icing, we parted ways. i picked up an unnaturally large issue of vogue (which i haven't started reading yet) and headed for check in. at the gate, this dude i was sitting next to looked REALLY familiar. kinda like if david bowie and alan rickman had a kid and then he got to be in his 50s and gained a little weight. i totally think he was some famous dood, but i don't know who he would've been. i wanted to take his photo, but he seemed like a cool guy so i didn't want to offend him. then we got on the plane and these two douchebag photographers who apparently had been eating mexican food all day sat next to me. at first, from their talking (which i was DESPERATELY trying to tune out) i thought they had been shooting some weird computer thing for a tech magazine. but then the longer they talked, the more i noticed they were purposely ommiting details of the shoot and making weird hand gestures in their place so that by the time we were over new york, i was convinced they had actually been shooting porn.
but then i saw this (just not as blurry) and i forgot that there were two stinky retards next to me.
(brooklyn, coney island, brooklyn bridge, mahattan bridge, williamsburg bridge, and the finiancial district)
(chelsea, empire state building, chrysler building, part of times square, the 59th street bridge aka queensboro bridge)
(times square, midtown)
part of central park (the dark area below the wing that runs from the left side of the photo to the right side) with queens in the background
.