We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold...

The effects left me with a deep desire to create a blog. But first we need the car. And after that, the cocaine. And then the tape recorder, for special music, and some Acapulco shirts. The only way to prepare for a trip like this was to dress up like human peacocks and get crazy, then screech off across the desert and cover the story.

But what story to cover? What to blog about? The market has already been cornered on fugging celebrities, ranking socialities, sartorializing pedestrians, reviewing restaurants, and an abundance of other topics. Then it struck me, no one has called dibs on the subject of Erin's and my lives in DC. It was perfect. I just happened to be an expert on that topic. The Search for J Street will be our soapbox for the exciting things we discover and want to share as we work through our gynormous to-do list (see sidebar for a link to the current list) in our new found home.

While wearing crazy peacock suits.