Does DC count as travel?

Katie here- So it's fairly safe to say that no one is reading this blog any more, seeing as I haven't even looked at it in months, but I thought I'd toss something out there as a little tribute. Because in a roundabout way, this whole last week was linked to our travels, because Johnnie Finn, an Irishman we met in New Zealand, continued his tour of foreign locales by visiting Richmond!

We brought him first to DC, where he tested his strength:


After that warmup, we had him lift GIGANTIC beers:




We then introduced Johnnie to a creepy, possibly haunted, pumpkin patch to find pumpkins to carve and try not to get killed by some child of the corn. For some reason, in the middle of some hay maze designed for midgets, there were a group of goats hanging out by a couch that when looking at Johnnie would scream "BLAHHHHHHGH":



The price was $20 for as many pumpkins as you could carry for 3 feet:


Is that a gourd in your pocket or are you happy to see me?


So for halloween, we came up with what might have been the stupidest and least functional idea ever, but it did get better once I figured out how to get a straw through the screen for easier drinking. Along the trend of all the "sexy cats" and "sexy nurses" and whatever, we decided that lobsters and bulls were extremely underrepresented in the "sexy animal" genre (Tracy was the bull, I was the lobster, and Johnnie was inexplicably a large horse):



(The cameraperson told us to "be sad"- Wes took Johhnie's horse head):


And then, Johnnie got to witness THE BEST DAY EVER IN OUR NATION'S HISTORY, November 4th. To quote Wes, we partied like it was 19 fuckin 99. Uh, yeah Johnnie...sorry about making you fly with a hangover! GOBAMA!