Eastern Market

It was a great day at the grand re-opening of Eastern Market.

A balloon arch is scientifically proven to make any festive event 18% more festive. (However, parking a police car underneath it considerably lessens the effect.)

Much nicer than the old building. Plus new restrooms! All things being equal, totally worth $22 million.

This was just the line to get into the line for Market Lunch. It's really not worth the wait, folks.

There was music.

There was art.

There were empanadas. Empanadas I've long considered to be the best in all of D.C. Maybe the world. (No I haven't had every other empanada in D.C. or the world. But I stand by my claim.)

There were tote bags and T-shirts.

There was local media. When I was passing by the NBC guy, someone asked him where Jim Vance was. His response: "Jim Vance doesn't work weekends. That's why he has us peons." (Just to be clear, he said it jokingly.) Which is as it should be, Jim Vance being the fucking man and all.

There were even people exploiting the dead.

And a good time was had by all.