And... Action!
All is good here in the nation's capitol. Here's a brief summary.
At Sea-Tac airport George set off the metal detector and was subsequently asked to empty his pockets. He then pulled out 11 small stones, a fist-sized rock and a cell phone battery he had found at the park that morning. The TSA official sent his "treasures" through x-ray and determined they were all safe and gave them back. But before he could stuff them back in his pockets for the 5-hour flight, Clay intervened and told the official that he's pretty sure aviation safety standards forbid flying with cell phone batteries or rocks of any size and they should stay in Seattle.
George didn't complain. He just wanted to make sure they held them for the next three weeks so he could pick them up on his way back to town. They assured him he could.
I, on the other hand, had my fancy new non-toxic kid sun screen and a bottle of $75,000 face wash confiscated. George, apparently, can bring boulders and batteries on the plane, but I can't bring soap and sun screen. As you can imagine, I couldn't part with my beauty essentials so I checked my bag, which cost $25.
Then I was "randomly selected" for a full-body pat down by the TSA lady. And when I say "full body," I mean "full body." Clay claimed it was the hottest girl-on-girl action he's seen outside the Internet.
Gulp...
After all that, my bag didn't even make it to D.C. I had to spend our first full day in dirty clothes. (I actually kind of liked it. It made getting ready in the morning very simple.)
Our first two meals here BOTH involved American cheese. I've never felt so patriotic.
And this has been the hottest July on record in D.C.
We spent the evening of my birthday, which is today, swimming in a fancy pool with a view of the Washington Monument. (See above, it's to the left of Clay's ear.) We also ate cupcakes. Twice.
So far, so good.
