Fun with capitals

For some reason that seemed to be important an adventure was made to D to the C.

After a 12-hour bus ride things happened.
And then it was night and an anniversary of an important entrance to the world was celebrated with whiskey.
No pictures survive.

Then it was some ridiculous time in this part of the day people call 'morning'. More things happened.
And then it was night.

Washington bars were explored, and it was decided that whiskey is expensive in 'pubs' catering to ugly young business people. Ick.

And then it was morning. Things happened. More things happened. Caffeine was chugged and anxiety levels skyrocketed. A liter of Jameson was procured (for medical reasons, to relieve anxiety), because apparently that is sold in lieu of fifths at the many many many liquor stores of D.C.
Mount Vernon Square was dubbed appropriate for drinking because it had park benches.










Then sufficiently warmed cohorts headed into the aircraft-carrier of a convention center for a Roots concert. The lights were pretty and the photog was having fun with booze and colors.
















Then there was a lame after-party made good by trying to make the hippie stair guard divulge what drugs/sex party was going on upstairs.
















Then there was a train ride. With break dancers who wanted their pictures taken. On a moving train.













And other passengers who were not as gleeful.





And then it was morning. Things happened. It was night again and more bars were explored.

And then it was morning. Someone convinced the people who live at night to walk outside in a blizzard and stand around. This is what it looked like.