Ok, Ok... JW may be getting boring

After 112 hours (5 days) of nothing but "Yes, sir" and "No, sir", life gets sort of boring. Well, it was until yesterday, when Capitol Police Security Guards here at the JW Marriott start "checking me out". It all started with a simple paper airplane with a note on it. I wrote it and threw it off a 3-story, indoor balcony. I went to get after multiple orders that the guards told my friend. I went, with people in black suites started following us down the escalators. I don't want to say they were eavesdropping, but I found it highly suspicious that they were saying our every move into a 2-way radio. I got it (along with a lecture from one of our "fans" that were following us. We left to go sightseeing, and as we went through the freshly-oiled revolving door, I heard someone say into a walkie-talkie "The children have left the building. I repeat, the children have left!". Thanks for the love, Mr. Security. And after Zion doing his "Elf" impression on the revolving door, we are now not only banned from the security checkpoints all over the hotel, but the revolving door. Not by my parents, but from a nice man with a gun the had a shirt that said FBI minus the gun. Hmm, "FBI". Must mean "Freak Bombarding Incorparated". Hey, there only doing there job (it's not my fault my title is freak).

Well, It's DC, people. Its DC.