Aaaaah, Washington, D.C.: the land of the free, and the home of the brave. A haven of bad traffic, humidity and tourists, but also (and much more importantly) really fun girlfriends and some history that even I find interesting. As a former Russian major (is it “former” if you actually acquired the degree, but are sadly no longer a student?), I find any country’s history that does NOT involve the staunch pride of Eastern European men and its consequences somewhat boring. Continue reading “Patriotic, or Something.”
