After a five-day girls’ trip with my mom and sister Hannah (who is neither hard-hearted nor a vamp) to Savannah and North Carolina, we returned to Hannah’s house in D.C. for a few days before I flew back home to Colorado. My buddy Elaine, from Loudoun County, and my buddy Traci, from Washington State/Hampton/Alabama/Texas and wherever else the USAF sees fit to send her, drove up for an evening of shopping and… um… well, the picture says it all.
Things about D.C.:
- People dress well, but in kind of a scary uniform Brooks Brothers way.
- Freakin’ everything has history associated with it. You can drive along making up your own "historical" tour. ("And in 1936, the Federal Institute for the Examination of Bovine Abcesses was established in that big grey building over there.")
- People go out a lot. Which is good. More things to eat, more things to drink. mmm.
- People name-drop politicians and media types all the time (says my sister, who works with John, Lawrence, Eleanor and Pat).
Mad props to my scrappin’ homies. More later.