So, as you can see from my last entry, I'm not dead, but I AM in a lot of pain.

Last night we went into DC to see Brian Regan (who is fucking hilarious btw, so you need to listen to him. Cause he's amazing) and then afterward, we visited this delicious froyo place called Mr. Yogato. Mr. Yogato was a fun little hole-in-the-wall place that only had four flavors of yogurt and about a bazillionty toppings. You could either get regular, tangy, pear cinnamon or coconut chocolate. And this was, like, legit yogurt. VERY yogurty. With taste of yogurt. I had mine with strawberries and watermelon. Epic nom.

We also got stuck on the metro for TWO FUCKING HOURS. A ride that should have norma...

So, as you can see from my last entry, I'm not dead, but I AM in a lot of pain.

Last night we went into DC to see Brian Regan (who is fucking hilarious btw, so you need to listen to him. Cause he's amazing) and then afterward, we visited this delicious froyo place called Mr. Yogato. Mr. Yogato was a fun little hole-in-the-wall place that only had four flavors of yogurt and about a bazillionty toppings. You could either get regular, tangy, pear cinnamon or coconut chocolate. And this was, like, legit yogurt. VERY yogurty. With taste of yogurt. I had mine with strawberries and watermelon. Epic nom.

We also got stuck on the metro for TWO FUCKING HOURS. A ride that should have normally taken us 20 minutes. The Orioles v. Nationals game was letting out and they were doing track maintenance all weekend. I was very ready to kill almost every person on that train car.

But among all that, I managed to come home to SCARY huge ankles and now I can barely walk lol.

And for your viewing pleasure :)

Adventures in DC