Ah, the halcyon days of summer in the District. It’s disgusting out there. The air is as thick and soggy as a piece of french toast made by a six-year-old, but nowhere near as delicious. Animal instinct tells us to head directly for the nearest cool, dark cave and commence with the removal of clothing. But we are not animals. We are civilized urban aesthetes. We shall head to the cinema. We shall bathe…