Plan B in Washington DC

First came Rhode Island, then came Niagara Falls. Or so was planned. Thanks to the quirkiness that is my good friend Anne, however, we failed to communicate, and instead of coming out during her week of vacation I came out out during her first week of wards at GWU. I was bummed. I do not say "bummed" very often, but, truly, I was bummed. My long held dreams of viewing the majestic cataracts and talking Canadian with a bunch of Ontarians were dashed. Thankfully, however, we had a backup scheme. Or I did at least, I only saw Anne for a total of about 30 minutes the whole time, and that was the Cherry Blossom Festival.

Cherry blossoms, though lovely, do not make for very wild and wacky or even very interesting stories. They were located primarily around the Jefferson Memorial, and were mostly whitish pink. I don't think they smelled. I am not entirely sure if these trees subsequently produce cherries from said spent blossoms though I am compelled to think not. I saw the American History Museum, Arlington Cemetery, and the National Botanical Gardens as well, and that, was that.

But to the point. Photos.

From this year, 2009,

and

Last year, 2008, when I was at Andrew's AFB.

Some day I will see Niagara Falls. Some day. And maybe, just maybe, I will actually see my friend Anne as well.