I saw the Capitol building today for the first time (I think that’s where they keep the Senatards) and the Washington Monument, all on the way from the airport to the hotel. The conversation with the cab driver went like this:
he: “First time in DC?”
me: “Yes.”
he: “Welcome. (pause) This is a bad part.”
me: “Are there a lot of bad parts?”
he: “It’s DC.”
Travel went well, until I got to the hotel — to find out that a rookie employee gave away my reservation and they oversold the hotel. Tired, my filters were off. I said, “It’s your fault.” I never talk to people behind counters like that (it’s been *me* behind that counter too many times), but I was actually right and quite put out. They said they’d have to put me in a special room and I was nonplussed — until I got to the room. They put me in a suite! I have two giant bay windows (kitchen, living room, dining table) with a sweeping view of the DC monuments, capitol and the Pentagon, which is like two blocks from here. I have to be careful not to get any on me when I go to BEA tomorrow. Look out — you almost stepped in some Pentagon.
They also sent up courtesy drinks and snacks to my room. I really wish I had more friends here, or especially a lover — it would be so cool to have sex in front of that view.
Anyway, I’m tired and landed, and wanted to post an update for people who want to come see me tomorrow. So if you want, I’ll be in the “signing area” at BEA from 4:30-5:30 tomorrow (saturday) looking like a sitting duck with really nice hair. Prior to that, I have my video camera and plan on seeking out christian or anti-porn book peddlers for interviews — I’m looking for advice on my porn addicition. It’s just not working. No matter how much I try, I just can’t get a habit going. I hope they can help me. Plus, christians seem to know all about worshipping a guy — I occasionally worship men but it’s on a case-by-case basis, and I could use their advice on finding “the one” like they have. I also want to know about the whole “blood of christ” thing; I want to know if when they drink his blood if they’re thirsty for more afterward. You know, stuff like that.
Like the room I’m in right now, most everything meaningful and fun has happened to me by mistake, accident or chance. It’s not an easy way to live, but at least it’s interesting. Wish me luck. I feel like I’m doing all this without a map. Right now it feels a little lonely. But I’m pretty tired, too.
Image: over the south bay from the plane this morning.
