The last of D.C.

One of the last things that Prim toured in Washington, D.C., was the famous Ford's Theatre, site of Lincoln's assassination. 

 

A few historical notes (because it's about time Prim told you something educational):

 

1. After Lincoln's assassination, Ford's Theatre reopened-to the shock and horror of a public that thought performing plays in such a sacred space was disrespectful.  Shortly thereafter, Ford's Theatre closed its doors for good.

 

2. Ford's Theatre was bought by the U.S. government.  Then the theatre was gutted and turned into government office spaces (because that was more respectful to the Lincoln legacy, obviously).

 

3. The theatre was eventually restored and made to look like it did in its pre-Lincoln assassination glory days using all the historical records that could be found.  It's now part of the National Park Service, and plays are still performed there.   

 

4. The only authentic decorations in the theatre itself are a picture of George Washington that was hanging outside the Presiden't box on the night of Lincoln's assassination and a stool inside the theatre box.

 

Prim ain't in these pictures.  Again, they're solely for educational purposes:

 

 



Anyway, back to Prim.  First, she looked through the museum in the basement of the theatre.  It had all sorts of cool things, like the gun that Booth used to shoot Lincoln, Lincoln's blood stained coat, and a display about the events that led up to that fateful night.  Here, Prim is listening in on what these important (and handsome, I might add) men had to say about the final days of the Civil War:

Then it was on to the theatre, where Prim listened and learned all those historical facts that she recounted above:

What an interesting tour, Prim! 

After Ford's Theatre, she went to the National Portrait Gallery, where she was yelled at by security guards and asked to leave because she was hanging on the corner of a frame of a photograph on the wall. 

Those security guards obviously didn't appreciate the fact that an Elf on the Shelf's mission is mischief.

 



Happy Howl-o-ween!

Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing;
These pictures might give you a fright, 

But that's what Prim loves about Halloween night!

 

 

Love in the time of Colonies

Still in time-traveling mode, Prim also visited Colonial Williamsburg this summer. 

She found something that she never thought she'd find.

Love.



Well here's what happened.


Prim, as usual, made friends with the locals.  In this case, the local Colonists. 

 

 

The Colonial women were very eager to give Prim advice on which hat to choose, and boy, there were a lot to choose from.   

 

Luckily, there were elf-size hats, too.

And as Prim was trying to decide between the blue and the green and the purple ribbon, she spotted a handsome young Colonist across the way. 

He was tall, fair, and handsome.  And he had undeniable style.  The hat, the collar, the buttons on his coat, the pink trousers.  Everything made Prim swoon. 

But what Prim eventually realized is that, just as she must one day return to the North Pole, the young Colonist was destined to live out his days in Williamsburg.  Alas, he could not join her in her travels.



Eh, oh well.  Prim went back to the hats.  She finally decided on the one with the blue ribbon.   

Pilgrim Prim

While in our nation's capital this summer, Prim visited the site of the legendary Jamestown Settlement. 

 

And it got her thinking. 

 

What would life have been like if she had been an elf in another era?  What if she didn't get to take vacations during the off season?  What if the children she watched over didn't believe in her magical powers? 

 

What if...she wasn't a magical elf at all, but a pilgrim?! 

 

Where would she have fit in among all the other settlers?

 

 

Would she have been a clergy-elf, in charge of ensuring religious freedom?

 

Would she have been a worker in the armory, in charge of issuing shields and sheaths?

Would she have been a farrier or a blacksmith with her own workshop?

Would she have been in charge of the cannons, overseeing the defense of the settlement?

 

 

Eh, probably none of the above.  Elves are known for their magic, not their work ethic.  Prim was exhaused just thinking about all that living history stuff... 

 

Statuesque Prim

While Prim was in D.C., she visited a few dudes cast in bronze throughout the city. 

 

 

Dude #1:  Mr. Theodore Roosevelt, playing an eternal game of High Five, Low Five. 

 

Prim wasn't even the size of a button on his coat.

 

Dude #2:  Mr. Albert Einstein.  I'll bet if he knew how famous his face would become, he'd have spent a little money on botox.  

Prim wasn't even as big as his nose. 

Dude #3:  Mr. Junipero Serra, the friar who founded the chain of California missions.  I'll bet if he knew he'd be standing in the Capitol forever, he'd have worn nicer shoes.  

With all the statues and memorials throughout D.C., Prim thought that the North Pole would be better represented.  But then again, that's why she's running for President.  Maybe you'll see her in bronze someday...

Prim for President

As the 2012 campaigns heat up, Prim's got her sights set on Washington, D.C. 

 

 

No, really.  She's looking at the Washington Monument from the top of the Old Post Office tower.  See: 

 

 

 

 

Prim's prepared to be the first representative from the North Pole to weasel her way into the White House. 

 

 

Literally, she's trying to hop the fence.  See:

 



 

 

 

 

 

Since Prim is so serious about her own campaign, she asked me to release her official portrait:

As of right now, Prim's leading the polls amongst people who like Ben & Jerry's banana peanut butter flavored Greek frozen yogurt.  So, basically, there's a lot more campaigning to be done.

Newport Beach

Summer in Newport Beach.  'Nuff said.