Yes, they'd both spent time in DC together, but it was rare that they were there for anything other than business, than work. Glibt, having finished everything he'd needed to prior to his lunch with Chris, had spent most of Thursday in bed, sleeping away the exhaustion that had come from manically working off the surge he'd received from the Proposition 8 verdict. That accomplished, he'd felt more settled, settled and able to enjoy taking a brief time away from the cause to tour Mark's city with him. Besides, he'd been far too busy to think too hard about the wedding and that should change soon, especially if they were able to firm up a venue and a precise date.
Mark had his arm around Glibt's shoulders and Glibt had his arm wrapped loosely around his fiance's waist, taking in the sights, both the traditional sights and those that only the First Family knew about. And aside from all the history and the museums, there were venue options, all opulent, all classy, but nothing that really stood out in Glibt's mind, nothing that made him feel like they had to get married there. That was what he was looking for, for something to just click internally for him and, hopefully with Mark as well.
Drawing himself out of his thoughts, he couldn't help but snort at Mark's remark. "I would have paid to see that, seriously." Glibt was quiet for another moment, sifting through the various locations in his mind as they neared the National Portrait Gallery. "Has anything jumped out at you yet?" He asked curiously; he didn't think that any of the options had made too much of an impression on Mark, but it didn't hurt to check.