Hi. I'm in Delaware.

I went to a wedding last weekend with Justin in the small town of Seaford, Delaware. It was a nice, quaint town, and much more diverse than either of us expected. The most fun we had was definitely browsing around Wal-Mart and playing in the toy section...or maybe it was walking to Dairy Queen in the middle of a rainstorm...or climbing all over this strange lopsided picnic table-hiking boots-basketball hoop structure that we could only assume was meant to be art...?

In any case, it was a fun little road trip, and the couple was surely a happy one.There was only one picture captured of us on their big day:
Yep, we were so enthralled with the party favors (bubbles!) that we didn't bother to look at the camera.

Sure, we'll grow up some day. But not today.

Q: How many kids with ADD does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: Hey, let's go ride bikes!For Princess' birthday (her March 2007 birthday, that is), I took her on a 70-ish mile bike ride to and from Harpers Ferry. It started and ended at Whites Ferry, MD, and we got lost so many times on our way to the starting point that we almost turned around and went home. Okay, not really. But we really did get lost a lot, until out of sheer desperation we checked my GPS (AKA my mother). From then on, it was a straight shot. When we did get there, we were rewarded with a ferry ride across the river! Here is a visual tour from the camera of Princess.




The greenness behind us is moss on the surface of the water.











I don't know if this is the Potomac or Shenandoah river...they both meet at Harpers Ferry, which is located just across that bridge up ahead. We got there just before sunset, and had to call someone from our hostel to come pick us up in town because it was too dark to proceed on our own. (How I love the hostel environment. Har har. But seriously, I do.) I guess that's what happens when you get a late start. But that's another story entirely, and I'm not just talking about our adventures of getting lost.



Day 2: After having a bagel for breakfast (which, coincidentally, was exactly what we had for dinner the night before) we set off again. We were fascinated by all the sunbeams bouncing off the mist in the air and couldn't stop capturing inspirational images of them.







Same thing with climbing on walls...




...and setting the self timer. Some people actually came by when we were taking this one, but we were having so much fun we didn't bother asking them to take it for us. We actually took a better one after this, but I like this one better.

Now, if you haven't yet had enough of the beauty that is the West Virginia/Maryland/Virginia corner, here is a visual tour from the camera of me.

Air Guitarists, UNITE!

That's right. There really is such a thing as an air guitar championship, and last night I got to see some crazy "air-rocking out" by DC's finest...and some that weren't so great, too. They all had clever names like "Jack the Riffer" and "The Shredder." The winner from last year even had some groupies in the crowd. One major source of entertainment was the costumes - one guy was dressed up as an 80's punk rocker (spandex, blond wig, and all) and did an impressive Journey number. Another was dressed up in military garb, and one (I think his name was Fret Boy) had put together a Mr. Incredible-esque superhero outfit with a big F on the front and a ginormous afro wig to boot. Also there was lots of black leather, muscle shirts, and cutoff jean shorts. It was a classic rock show. Fortunately, I had my celly so everyone can experience the magic that is Air Guitar. It was pretty surprising - some of these guys were actually very good! (There were two girl contestants. Let's just say, not great representation for the ladies.) This guy below was the winner who will go on to Nationals in San Francisco, and possibly to the INTERNATIONAL competition in Norway. Yes. International. Let me tell you, dude earned it. Aside from just rocking out, he was climbing on the speakers and jumping off of them - an act which the next guy tried and probably broke his ankle. He even (tastefully) kicked a water bottle out of a front row spectator's hands. All the while, he never lost a beat. Some people were just born to rock, with or without guitars.