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I had quite the range of experience yesterday while walking down F St. NW. Husband and I had just had lunch and my afternoon to-do's included going to the Kennedy Center for Performing Arts and changing our tickets. (We got some from two of my most brilliant friends at a bridal shower, but turns out we're going to Philly for the weekend, so we changed them to tomorrow night). I had the address, 2700 F St. I was already on F St., so I figured I'd just walk the straight line to the Kennedy Center and enjoy the city. Enjoy I did. On my way there I saw:

• Bagpipers outside the grand opening of some tall building
• While I was walking a man was nearly by my side for blocks muttering, "You lookin' at the devil? Devel's lookin' at you" repeatedly for minutes on end.
• The National Bank
• The White House. As I was finishing my walk past it I saw numerous security and police personel filing out, so I hunkered down on the closest bench because I could feel something big was about to happen. The sound of sirens came into earshot, and preceeded by the Presidential Motorcade, Mr. Obama himself came home. Welcome Mr. President.
• A man waiting at the crosswalk a few blocks later decided then would be a good time to put on deodorant. Arm and Hammer.
  
• George Washington University
• Watergate
• A man fully dressed in a suit complete with briefcase riding a souped up razor scooter to work. I had to stifle my giggles.