I was in DC with Jeremy on Saturday for the Battle of the Barbecues, but it was hot (DC in high summer at noon) and overcommercialized. We were horrified that these vendors actually expected us to pay for our food, those capitalist bastards. So after we bummed around for free samples we went to the Natural History Museum, where all the exhibits were "temporarily closed for your convenience." We went into the Gems and Minerals exhibit and looked at shiny rocks. After that, we went to the Hirschorn (aka Donut Museum) despite our displeasure with modern art and looked at shiny God-what-is-thats.

Went to dinner at Teaism, a trendy Asian-style cafe by the National Archives.

I went up to the cashier and ordered some noodles. The cashier boy looked at me funny. "Would you like anything else?" he said.

I looked at him harder, squinted my eyes, and then suddenly yelled, right there in public, "HOLY FUCK YOU'RE NICK S!"

I waved my arms around and pointed like I saw Bigfoot and generally acted like a spazz.

Lesson: Sometimes I don't see people because I don't expect to see.