When we go to tradeshows or meet boutique owners, buyers always ask where we ship from and are always surprised when we say Washington DC. The majority of t-shirt lines are based in New York City or Los Angeles. There isn't too much happening in the realm of fashion in this city, but that doesn't mean DC can't be cool once every four years.

At 11PM on November4th, CNN called the election for Obama and DC erupted. I went to a bar in Dupont Cirlce to watch the returns--girls were crying, guys were consoling, and everyone was euphoric. I headed back to my apartment to watch Obama's acceptance speech and I started getting texts from all my friends saying "To the White House." So immediately after the speech I headed to the White house with my roommates, Jon and Eddie, to meet up with thousands of others on their proverbial journey to the new White House. Our walk down 16th street was hilarious--high fives, low fives, and chants of "Bjs for Obama"--but it was quite a hike. So midway through our expedition I hailed down a car and we hitched a ride down to the White House. As you can imagine, parking was impossible to find, so as soon as they started looking for parking we looked for the exit door.And there we were, chanting and singing with the best of them at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. It felt like America had just won the superbowl. The GW paper said that some girls were giving out "Hugs for Obama," but I think the paper was just being kind because "BJs for Obama" was in full effect. What a great time to be living in the Nation's Capital.

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