Wherein DC is like Paris and I might be French

Go check out Joe Tresh's Washington Photo Journal for a Bear Invasion 2008 photo roundup.

And what does it take to round up a Bear? Nachos, apparently, according to Dogpoet.

While I did not partake in any Bear trapping expeditions, I had my hands full touring the Dubliner around town. It is good to get a new perspective on the city you live in through the eyes of a visitor. Kieran kept mentioning how much DC resembles Paris, and how green and well-gardened it is. He also mentioned that my last name has French roots, confirming something my mother mentioned as well. I was horrified to find out I have French ancestors via Ireland

Anyway, on Saturday we did the eastern half of the National Mall on a pedestrian deathmarch, including a visit to Mr. Henry's and Eastern Market. That evening we went to Nellie's and then rushed over to Town before the line got too long to groove it to Tony Moran. The crowd was hawt but generally hairless, with me and my posse keepin' it real and furry in one corner. It would have been totally fun if it wasn't for my horrible, mean, bitchy friends making jokes that me and Kieran's children would be "lepertrolls" or "trollechauns" - crossbreed children of troll and leprechaun parentage. Nasty Dungeons & Dragons bitches!

On Sunday we biked up the C&O (Chesapeake & Ohio) Canal towpath and bike trail, with a stop at a narrow point in the river for a lovely picinic as young osprey circled the falls.

At the end of this week I'll be going to Fire Island for a long weekend with the Dubliner, Skwurl, Darth Jersey and their unfortunate partners. I have only four days to become completely emaciated and hairless so I don't get judged by those New York bitches on that sand bar. I've been skipping all my meals and throwing up once each hour, with phone support from the U.S. Women's Gymnastics team on how to best maintain optimal body dysmorphia until the end of the week.