Last weekend, I dragged J with me to Congressional Cemetery, to take some photos and do the compare-and-contrast thing with Rock Creek Cemetery. I'd never been there before, and my interest was piqued by several articles and blog entries about how it's been cleaned up recently after years of neglect. Before we left, I had lunch accompanied by a large glass of water. J and I then had the following conversation:

T- "Uh oh, I just drank all that water, I hope they have a bathroom there."

J- "I doubt it, you may have to just wait until we get home."

T- "If absolutely necessary, I can always drop trou behind a mausoleum." (not serious, of course!)

J- (silence, very long pause)

T- "Did you ever think when we first got married, that your husband would ever utter the phrase "drop trou behind a mausoleum"? (laughing)

J- (laughs)

It turns out that drop trou behind a mausoleum was a Googlenope, until now that is. I Googled the expression later that day, and again just now to make sure. In any case, as soon as we got to the cemetery, it started raining. I took a few quick photos, but we didn't have time to explore the grounds, or locate the graves of any important persons except for John Philip Sousa. The expedition was a total washout due to the sudden rainstorm. And they do have restrooms, but they were locked at the time, so I just held it in until we got home.