For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. ---Ephesians 6:12


"The age of casual Catholicism is over; the age of heroic Catholicism has begun. We can no longer be Catholics by accident, but instead must be Catholics by CONVICTION." ---Fr. Terrence Henry TOR, Franciscan University of Steubenville

Sunday, June 7, 2009

The Remains Of The Day...

After Pentecostal Celebrations (seen in post below this one) my friend Kevin and I drove down to Washington D.C. both to see the sites/sights, and to have lunch with an old friend of Kevin's, Michael Fumento (author of several books, blogger, lawyer, etc...) in Georgetown (see pic on left).

After a quick lunch and quicker picture, Kev and I were off to the Immaculate Conception National Shrine of DC (see pics below) which looks to be big enough to encapsulate 2 Philadelphia Basilicas or perhaps 3 St. Patricks of Harrisburg. The crypt downstairs is mighty impressive, but the cathedral itself is truly stunning (if you like Jesus with blond hair and blue eyes, I am impartial to this).

Then we were off to the National Mall, or near it, for dinner at Occidental at the Willard. But first we had to stop by this little gift store where they had a life-sized cardboard cut-out of President Obamania standing outside, which presented an opportunity for effigial eye-gouging by Kevin (see pic below). Then we enjoyed some rather expensive bread and circus ($150+) for two before advancing to the White House for more effigious expressions (by request only). Then we got drenched in the rain and left.














5 comments:

Mary said...

I like the halo effect over the statue of Mary.

Kevin Gleeson said...

Such a great time that day! Washington is truly our great nation's showcase to the world. Thanks, Matt!

Matt said...

Thanks for not imitating Popeye in the restaurant.

Kevin Gleeson said...

That gives me a great idea for a little social experiment for next time, Matt.

We'll go deep into obnoxious theatrics: do Groucho Marx with the breadsticks; don sunglasses and ask the patrons in a foreign accent of unterminable origin, "How moch for the WAH-eef? How moch for the LEEtle girrul?" Give 'em the works, all the while calling each other Mr. Undersectretary and Mr. Assistant Director.

The side bet is whether we reap approval from the patrons benefiting from a halo effect as visiting White House staffers. If they hate us, they'll blame the Obama administration.

Matt said...

You mean Chaplin with the breadrolls...