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Thanks to my lovely sister, I now have some pictures to look at in my office, when I have time to look at things. Which is not very often.
The labor movement just never stops I tell you!!

Well the heat is back and it's probably here to stay. I swear the walk home from work does not get miserable until I reach the end of K street. Then it is hell!

So I finally had the chance to go to some formal dinners and lunches. Some are nicer than others, but they are all always nice. I remember my first one that I went to with my boss, I couldn't stop looking around the room at all of the nice dressed people who change the world one day at a time. I couldn't stop looking at the Chandeliers above my head, and wondering how many people had admired these old pieces of art that hang in the Capitol Hilton Hotel. I couldn't stop looking at the butter because out here, butter is shaped like the Capitol Building. I also silently thanked the beautiful Luciana for yelling at me at Nate and Megan's wedding for using the wrong fork, a mistake that I will never make again. However I wish she had taught me about the extra set of silver wear that is for your dessert! Oh well. No one saw.
I can understand how this city could lead to trouble, free beer and food every night for the people that attend these things, and I am proud to say that I've never had more than two. Maybe some time when my organization is not printed on my name tag, I will have three.

My boss knows everyone in Washington DC, seriously everyone. This means that I have/get to meet everyone in Washington DC.

It is a great and wonderful thing when you get to walk right up to the head table, and shake hands with Senator so and so or Representative what's her face. They shake the hand of my boss and then turn right to me and shake mine. And then they like, talk to you and stuff. HAHA! I'm down playing it I'm sure but, it's incredible to say the least.
Where do I go to school (in Denver) followed by how do I like my boss(he's the best boss ever which they already know), am I learning everything I need to(I never will)?

Thank God that they make everyone register for these receptions/dinners so that we can all have nicely printed out name tags with who we represent right underneath.
That's what people always look at first.
If it's worth looking at, then they'll look at your name and then you.
The organization I represent is always followed by a look at my name. Oh and they never print that I'm an intern under that because I never tell them.

I must also say that I am surrounded by the most capable and competent people ever.
My neighbors, room mate, co-workers and friends out here, are some of the most intelligent and self-motivated people I have almost ever come across. Even though some of them are mean (Vivian) and some of them look down on me when I have a beer after work (all of them except Kevin), I am 100% positive and confident that someday if I ever make it big (in politics) then I will have the best and most powerful staff and cabinet in American history. And when one of them makes it big, they will have the same.

Sorry everyone that my surprise visit to Colorado is now canceled, for lots and lots of reasons now, but I will try again soon. It's hard to get out of DC because the work never ever ever stops and at the moment, there's not much to go back for anyway!


Peace and Power,



Drew C

DC Forecast: Flaming Thermometers all week

I have never experienced true eastern heat, so you'll sympathize with me at how shocked I was to see Thermometers with flames emanating from them, in the corner of my FireFox Web browser.

This morning I woke up at 7:30 AM to Flaming Thermometers and a nice wet temperature of 83 F.
It is hard for me to maintain my professional appearance of black dress shoes (yes I started wearing dress shoes instead of skateboard shoes, not something I'm proud of), pressed and wrinkle free khaki pants, pressed and wrinkle free light blue shirt with complimentary tie; while it is hotter than hell and I have to walk six blocks down K street to my office. I've been practicing on walking to work only half dressed, and I get interesting looks on the street as a result.


The worst part: It is only June and not even July or August. I am afraid that all of the thermometers in DC will be all burned up by the time it is the 4th of July, and we will have to rely on my neighbor Jose's sweat to indicate that it is hotter than hell.


Is this a punishment from God due to the fact that the White House (a near six blocks from here) has totally ignored global warming? Possibly.

Or it's just hot and humid and it is instead a reminder of the nice, dry/cool and far superior climate of my home (Colorado)?


Hell is hot and my heart is now cold.





Andrew Charles

P.s. Some one please check if they have perfected the technology of fire proof thermometers yet. I'm sure DC will need some soon.

P.S. Stop Blogging

NO Marissa, I will not stop blogging, especially now I am aware of my new and very important readership. Yes M-money, I have a readership. Oh P.S. I will be sure to be at your graduation party no matter what, even in the face of the thought that your baby sisters will just make fun of me the whole time.


So, on Wednesday, I knew only a handful of people out here in DC, my Room mate (J Diesel) and a few kids I work with, who are a bit younger and not living in the City. On Thursday that all changed. I met a ton of kids on the 3rd floor, as well as my fellow neighbors on my floor (4th) and they are all down. On Friday a few of us hung out but most of us were all extremely tired from working in the District, on the Hill, at the White House, and at various other high stress areas out here in DC.


Saturday, my neighbor and I cooked us some legit breakfast burritos and be for we knew it, we had a group of ten people and we were all headed out to the Smithsonian Institute. It rained, no, it POURED like crazy and I bought an umbrella off of a bum for five dollars. It was a smart investment.


After we mobbed the Smithsonian we all went out to dinner at this Vietnamese restaurant over in Georgetown. The food was good but the service was horrible, so I doubt we will be going back (that and it was 12 bucks a plate, hardly within the means of an Intern's budget). After that we hit up the Hawk ~N~ Dove nightclub, which is right down the street from the capitol, and quite lenient on underage drinking, long story short it was a good night, and I'm glad to finally know a few people out here. I see a very fun and rewarding summer ahead of me, but for now, I really need to go get some food.


Sincerely,




Drew of Columbia