DC taking its toll

Day two of Washington DC surprisingly contained less actual sightseeing than the first, a pretty special performance considering the lack of effort made on day one.

I do suppose though that smuggling a few beers up to the hotel pool, farting around a bit (not literally) and then going to the game early was at least mildly constructive. A talented young chap called Stephen Strasburg was to be pitching for the Nationals and we were in danger of a sell-out. We'd also agreed to go with the girls we'd met the previous night (well two of them and another friend).

Tickets were successfully purchased so we headed to a bar/tent arrangement just outside the stadium called The Bullpen. The bullpen in baseball is where the pitchers warm up and in keeping with that theme they had a test your pitching speed area. With a couple of Margarita's inside of me I saw no reason not to be first 'on the mound'.

Quite where the speed-gun got 29mph from I have no idea, I was too busy feeling sorry for myself to notice Phil reach somewhere in the mid 40's and Giles 30's.

With no discernible talent for throwing (other than like a 6 year old girl) my ability to remain on pace with drinkers of Phil's standard was not much better. I just about managed to see out an evening of the National's losing comfortably, live band Karaoke and a session of the board game Taboo before crashing on the sofa.

The 11th August saw us slowly negotiate the journey back to Giles' hotel before saying our goodbyes and accidentally stealing his sunblock. The journey to Philadelphia took around 4 hours which was our second real traffic issue on the trip (after LA), it should only have taken 3.

Also we also paid a toll of $10.30 which painfully hurt as a) I paid it and b) I laid Phil the overs in the 'Will the toll be under/over $4?' in-car betting.

We knocked on Sean's door around 7:30pm, he wasn't in.

To be continued...