Maybe I should've packed less. I'm not one of those folks who pack for every single possibility. However, my bag must've done something to my shoulder, because ever since I jammed it into the overhead compartment en route to DC, I've suffered from near-chronic shoulder pain. Advil ain't doing shit, nor is Aleve. Or Thermacare. So I'll probably go see a doctor later in the week if my shoulder continues to give me grief. And yes, it hurts a little bit to type.
Other than that, Tori and I had a great time in our nation's capital. It was Tori's first time there, and my first in eighteen years, when I went there as part of a National Honor Society field trip and smuggled rum and coke in my carry-on bag. (Long story, but loads of fun.)
Our hosts, Anh and Craig, treated us well. We ate out, chatted, bitched about life, and did a little shopping around. Since we only spent a total of two days there, we didn't get to see as much of the capital as we would have liked, but we did watch over the Senate debating some amendments to a bill that we had no idea what it was about. I'm sure it was very important. We also saw most of the Air & Space Museum, which was pretty awesome. Again, it hurts to type, so I'm not going to go too far into what we saw. And yes, even Tori had to admit that Hillary Clinton does have a wide butt.
That's it for my shoulder. Have a good night. Oh, before I forget: airport security stopped me at O'Hare to take a closer look at my hairbrush.