Like the good second semester senior that I am, I picked up and left last Sunday to spend the first three days of classes being a drunken mess in D.C. The atmosphere in D.C. was decidedly positive and infectiously patriotic. After drinking too early on Monday, I spent the afternoon throwing shoes at a blow-up Bush in Dupont Circle, and my gay best friend (GBFF) and I toured some of the bars in town, sampling the various men the city had to offer.

