In which The Gay Recluse becomes increasingly obsessed with the George Washington Bridge.

Today we had to get up early — we’re flying to Washington, DC.

We’re attending a joint session of U.S. Congress on the issue of reducing gay stereotypes in Hollywood films and teevee shows. (Ha ha — we wish — we’re actually going for a legal conferenzzzzzzz.)

There’s something comforting about these conferences, though, where the economy and politics take a back seat to the endless machinations of the law.