not much can wrong in good ol' DC

Well, we are back from DC and aside form the general malaise that comes from traveling on the horrible "airline" that is Southwest - By the way (and this is going to be a tangent, so skip to the next paragraph if you begin to not care), there's a reason that Southwest was chosen for this kind of TV show, and that reason is that when you're making a TV show, even a reality show, you have to have DRAMA - and Southwest has drama on each and every flight that do of each and every day. DO you know why SouthCRAP has drama? I do... it's because every flight has pissed off people. Both on the flight & those who don't make it. Sure they make the A&&hole drunk guy look like the bad guy, but little do they tell the viewer about how the "professionals" at SouthWorst do little if anything to actually aid people in their travels. What would be considered "standard" by other airlines - such as "being nice to a passenger" or "aiding the customer in getting to a destination" - is a full on teeth-pulling task to these jerkballs. I'd rather go parachuting again than deal with these "people" that are employed by Southwestsonsabitches.)

However, once we left the clutches of the idiots and their cohorts of SouthCan'tFly, we had a great time on the ground. DC was probably the best place I've lived so far, and the hosts we had while there this time were absolutely great to Wifey & I. Dr. Blondie, Funky Mama, and "unnamed hubbies", many thanks to you for your generosity and lovely spirit you provided us while in town. - And to all those who know "Wifey", please know that I am fully aware that I am nothing without Wifey; that she is the kind of "Saving Grace" that a poor shlub like me needs to put them on the "correct track"; and many thanks for being so nice to her that your are nice to me. You are truly appreciated. Mazel Tov.

Don't get me wrong, owning a home in the East Nasty is good, but living in DC was pretty awesome. Even for a guy who couldn't care less about the government bodies - at least until they piss me off, that would bring something on to the ailing Ry-ry. So we saw some great people the whole time we visited, and I enjoyed seeing all the old pals, but there was something missing, because, let's be honest, there always is, and this time I think it was the mere fact that we would never be back for good to this fine city that saved me from being completely happy with our trip.

That's not to say that The Ry-ry was at any time during the trip unwell. He was not. In fact, lots of wonderful things passed while we were in DC - the Nats game on Fri night (which was one 10-0 including three home runs), where Wifey got to eat the rupugnant chili fries (which were reported to have tasted wonderful) Here's a pic: Skip through the next couple of days that were mostly wedding related, and we were back in the new Nats Park taking a tour that included a visit to the clubhouse and the bullpen where they allowed the "youngsters" to throw a ball or two in the same place where the heroes of our youth warm up (see pic of me below, please. I'm the guy with one leg way out in a manner certainly not befitting a pitcher). And from there the it was time to reload ourselves onto the worst flying experience possible, which contained a stoopid & loud 4-6 year old kid named Preston (not a pseudonym) who was driving his grandmother crazy (not to mention all the other passengers), and thus made me the happiest person in the world to not be on the next flight out.

Look, I know what you're thinking: "Not so bad, I'd love to have the same perks as The Ry-ry"... but it's not that easy. They're are all kinds of annoyances The Ry-ry leaves so as not to bore the reader. But really, it is pretty good.

Also, as a bit of non-coherence rambling, do note that Ry-ry (not always "The") is about to grow up even more, and thus more complaining is to come soon. So suck on that, (gentle) readers"