The backpack is packed and ready to go.
Waiting at SJC.
Dulles Airport in the dark.
The front of Dulles Airport
This man and I waited for the Metrobus in vain. I think we missed it by 30 seconds.
Luckily Mr. Stults made the drive out to Dulles to pick me up.
That's what friends are for. Apparently he didn't want to be blinded by a flash while driving.
We almost ran out of gas.
Brian took quick action.
He claims the XOXO is "the landlord's".
A little home improvement.
The balcony view.
A better balcony view.
This is where Stults cooks up his famous Indian food.
My first Washington, D.C. cherry blossoms.
The Thai restaurant was very sparkly and colorful.
The rendering nerd in me wanted to capture some of the lighting effects. Sorry.
Caustics and reflections galore.
Looking down 16th St. The White House is down there at the end. Trust me.
There it is. This is the back of the White House.
Proof that I was there.
The snipers would have taken him out if he brought his real gun.
Not a bad place to live
Not a bad yard, either.
The fence could be nicer.
Dubya sleeps under these trees.
Everyone in DC has a Segway. OK not really, but these people do.
I was wanting one of these by the end of the day.
We stopped in and had them print us some money.
That kid was loving his ice cream.
I don't think he noticed the Treasury building.
That guy on the horse is someone really important.
The White House from the front.
Me and my tour guide.
That thing is darn tall.
I look taller than it here, but I'm not even close, really.
The Washington Monument.
Biggus conducting business as usual in front of the White House.
Me just standing around as usual in front of the White House.
There was some brush to be cleared in Texas, so...
It's even taller than the trees.
It turns out kickball is insanely popular on the grass around the Washington Monument. There is an organized league and they all have uniforms. They seem to take it very seriously.