To market, to market...

So, mech_angel and I arrived safely in DC. My dad picked us up from National, and dropped us off at my Mom's, whereupon we proceded to fall promptly onto our faces, and go to sleep.

Tried to sleep on the plane, but it was too crowded, too bumpy, too.. something. Didn't turn out well. Should have had a soda, rather than the cup of water.

I dreamed, last night, of trying to arrange meetings with everyone, at my local bar (which h ad somehow gained a second level), which required a lot of running around, and rescheduling, even though I was already there. Some people wanted to meet at the Vortex. This was everyone with whom I seem to be losing contact, drifting, but kept in sight just enough to make it feel really weird. A swamp-like, shack-like setting, in the middle of a suburb, wooden stairs and walls and floors, old but sturdy...

Felt like a combination of Tom Waits songs... Some chunks off of Real Gone, and his song "On the Road," that was a musical version of that Jack Kerouac poem... A feeling like meeting all the people you know, across the country, in one place, which happens to be all the places they are, but collected, somehow.

Hard to explain. More than a little influenced by reading some of greygirlbeast's Alabaster, directly before bed.

DC Area People! Hear Me! Tonight, we're doing dinner with my mom's side of the family. Today, we're visiting my grandmother, and going to the Smithsonian. LATER tonight, I have no Idea what we're doing. Tomorrow may be the Zoo, visiting other family, and then we head up to Philly. Thursday night we come back from Philly, probably getting back here at about 6.30pm, 20324343 lbs. heavier. Visit with other family some more, and then we're open. Friday morning, 11.20-something am, we head back to Atlanta.

You are able to meet with us, somewhere in there. E-mail me, and I'll give you my number, and that will be that. Well, except for the arranging-of-everything part. That still needs to happen...

Time for food.