I'm back in DC, the land of picnics on the Mall, weird Redskins fans, lovely ladies, & good mexican.
I even got to watch my Vikings lose - to the Lions for the first time since Christ was a corporal. And it sure is nice to see the old crew and be able to walk around town after the sun has gone down.
The training that I'm her for is about as exciting as watching continents drift but I finish up at 3:30 every day and then I'm loose on the streets of the hometown of my soul for the rest of the day. It's almost more bars, football and ethnic food than one poor country boy can handle. But not quite.
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