On Wednesday, my work Cthulhu & I were feeling a little tired of our usual lunch routine. He suggested we change things up a little and go visit one of the more powerful parts of DC. So we struck out toward the White House. (Click on photos to see bigger ones in Lightbox effect)
When we got there, Cthulhu decided we should size up the place from across the street.
As we crossed, we noticed that some protestors had set up a kind of shelter. Cthulhu wondered why the President doesn’t just eat all the protestors. He could smell that their brains were quite active and delicious and said that if he were elected, he’d probably eat everyone but start with the people who camped in his back yard.
Despite the bars, Cthulhu had a very good view of the White House.
In fact, he asked me if it’d be ok for him to slip through and, um, visit a little more intimately. My answer was an emphatic NO and he muttered something about stars taking their sweet time about aligning.
Trying to distract Cthulhu, I pointed out the IMF down Pennsylvania Avenue. Cthulhu was intrigued and demanded that I take his picture in front of it.
On our way to the IMF, Cthulhu sized up the guards outside the World Bank. But he decided that they probably wouldn’t let me come in with him and it wouldn’t be as much fun if I had to wait outside.
However he did want his picture there too.
Finally we made it to the IMF…
…but I was more interested in the bookbinding/book art store that is peculiarly inside the IMF. Cthulhu was disappointed in me.
Then we returned to the
secret bunkertotally normal place where I work.
Still waiting on the boxes, hoping to hear about them today.