Big whoop.

I was in Washington DC this week, getting some training in a 3D software program. I was very excited about the class, and I think I saw a lot of what the application offers.

Class was from 10 a.m. to 6 p.m. every day. We got an hour for lunch, which gave me just enough time to grab a sandwich and take it back to my hotel. I saw nothing of our nation's capital.

That all ended yesterday. I was determined to not leave until i had seen at lest one landmark. I saw two! At lunch I bolted back to my room, ate half a sandwich, and set off on my quest. Armed with absolutely the worst sense of direction and an infallible ability to get lost I  decided 16th Street would have to intersect the White House. 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, 16th Street — it had to be.

And it was!

For possibly the first time in my life the map actually played into my favor. I was so thrilled I took a picture just to prove I had been there. And if you look, you'll see the Washington Monument scoping up out of the back.

Today I go home. I've scheduled a cab to pick me up at 7 a.m. My alarm was set to go off at 5 a.m.

I've been up since 2 a.m.

I just want to get home.