Help me, locals!

So my darling Brother #2 (youngerolderbro) and his girlfriend the marathon runner are flying in to visit me, and also so that she can run in the Marine Corps marathon next weekend, and they want me to pick them up from the airport. Namely Reagan/National. On Friday. At 8:30 in the morning. And apparently I love them enough to give it a try.

But, have I mentioned that I haven't actually driven inside the District yet? And am kind of scared to do so the first time to an airport at rush hour? Yeah. So my question is: should I be this scared? Should I be MORE scared? How early would I have to get up to accomplish this, exactly? Would taking the Metro down to the airport to meet them just turn out EVEN SCARIER?

Also, once they've been retrieved from the airport, they have several hours to kill before they can check into their hotel, which is in Arlington. I'm happy to wander the Smithsonians or etc. with them if it's what they want to do and/or to fulfill their basic visiting-DC tourist requirements, but neither of them are hugely museum-oriented people. Any other recommendations on keeping my family's jocks entertained and fed for several hours?

new Numb3rs fic. Because people said I should write it.

So this was going to be a part of the latter part of the Numb3rs Fic That Kills and Eats Other Numb3rs Fics (27,900 words and counting, and I am so very going to fail out of grad school due to porn-writing), but in talking it over with merryish and iuliamentis and qe2 and anyone else who happened by, I determined that it would be more fun to let it be its own thing. It turned out, um, significantly differently than it would have if it had been a part of the NFTKaEONF, as, for instance, it got written this weekend instead of January-ish. So!

What Happens in Vegas (32k)
If there were a twelve-step program for fucking your brother, he should at least want to lock himself in the bathroom and call it right about now.
Don/Charlie, NC-17, incest.

Betaed by Iulia with interim audiencing by Merry and Q and eleventh-hour word-choice whinge-listening by Auvi and Strange.