- Slept late (for me). Woke up around 8:30am, sat in bed, drinking coffee and watching some Pride and Prejudice, the BBC version.
- Put on a summery outfit with my new wedge espadrilles and headed to church. Thought I'd swing by the Rolling Thunder lineup, just to get a look-see. The Pentagon parking lot was swarming with hundreds of thousands of motorcycles and American flags. What's more, when driving past Arlington Cemetery, I forgot that the National Guardsmen place an American flag next to every gravestone. It was too much. I immediately drove back home and changed into something more comfortable.
- Parked illegally between the Iwo Jima memorial and the cemetery, and walked. Happened upon an intimate ceremony at the 101st Airborne memorial, and again teared up when the WWII and Vietnam vets were honored, as well as the injured soldiers who are currently at Walter Reed (and are being treated there, but were able to come to this ceremony). I tell you what, there is nothing as honorable as serving your country. Gets me every time.
- Made my way to the very edge of the Memorial Bridge - blast - it was fenced off. Stood at the edge and met some Vietnam vets who were very friendly and very tough-looking. It was spectacular. I stood there and waved and took pictures and conversated for nearly an hour, then decided to go home. The vets I met said that they rode last year, but didn't want to "melt the engines" this year. They said that to go 5 miles, they have to keep their hogs running at least 3 hours. Great blend of people: both people I would be terrified to encounter in a dark alley, and all-American patriots. Hippies who have outgrown their hippie gear, and accountants-by-day, Harley riders by night. I love America.
- Home to get some grub, and made cojita cheese quesadillas (delish) before being enticed to go to the neighborhood pool (1 of 6!!) with Miss Richmond. Spend a good 2 hours there. Adequate sun, adequate sunblock, adequate dose of cynicism with the latest edition of World magazine.
- Drove with Miss Richmond and friend Voix La to 7/11 for a slurpee. Flavors: Pina Colada and Coke. Awesome.
- Finalized room rearrangements, sipped on a glass of sangria, organized photos and card stock, researched good quotes to use with aforementioned photos and card stock. If you're lucky, you might get one of 'em!
- And here I stand, in the kitchen, reading a recipe for taco casserole on the laptop, and being serenaded by Ryan Bingham, my new favorite country artist. He's from Austin. Check him out.
Life is so good.