Last weekend Matt and I took a little trip to Washington, D.C. I was in charge of the itinerary and Matt was in charge of the navigating, which was a combination that worked out perfectly. Except for the time I took charge of the map in an attempt to lead us to the Air and Space Museum and we ended up at some strange sculpture exhibition and I had to act like it was a totally intentional stop on our tour.
The first thing we did on Thursday was visit Arlington National Cemetery. Well, technically the first thing we did was eat lunch, which took place at a diner where I ate a fantastic sausage egg and cheese biscuit and Matt ate chocolate chip pancakes because IT'S NEVER TOO LATE FOR BREAKFAST. Then it was on to Arlington. Matt had never been there and I hadn't been since I was about ten years old, and it was quite an experience.
We spent several hours there, and then stopped by the Air Force Memorial on the way to our hotel.
When we arrived we went swimming for a little bit because because I LOVE to swim and how often can you have handstand contests with your fiance on rooftop pools in Washington D.C.?
After our swim, Matt and I planned to get ready for dinner and go out for cheeseburgers to continue on our healthy eating kick, but we hit a bit of a road block when I made a tragic discovery.
I had forgotten all of my makeup. ALL. OF. IT. I didn't even have so much as a chapstick to my name.
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror for about ten minutes trying to convince myself it would be okay to go without for a few days, but in the end vanity prevailed and we made a pit stop at a grocery store on the way to dinner so that I could get myself some mascara for goodness sake.
Matt had zero desire to browse the makeup section with me while I picked up the must haves, so he told me he was going to grab a few necessities and then he would come find me when he was finished. Apparently we both have liberal interpretations of the word necessity because ten minutes later Matt appeared with his: a six pack of Sam Adams' pumpkin ale, Triscuits, and a can of Easy Cheese.
Well happy vacation, indeed.
On Friday Matt and my perfectly made up self spent the morning at the National Zoo and then metro'd it over to the National Mall where we saw the Washington Monument, the Roosevelt Memorial, and then went back to the hotel because MY FEET, DID I MENTION THEY WERE KILLING ME?
We came back into the city in the early evening and took the last tour of the day at the Bureau of Engraving and Printing because we are fascinated with how money is made.
After we got our tickets I said to Matt, "So, do you think they'll be giving out any free samples?" because I am so clever and witty. And then the tour started and the first thing the tour guide said was, "I'll start off by answering the most common question I get. No, there are no free samples."
I guess I'm not as creative and original as I thought.
On Saturday we joined half of the world on the National Mall and saw all of the major monuments and memorials, the White House, the Air and Space Museum, the Museum of American History, the Capitol, the Library of Congress, the American Indian Museum, the National Archives, and the Supreme Court.
Later in the evening we went out in Arlington for my birthday dinner. We walked up and down the streets and looked at the shops and the high rise apartments and the restaurants, and didn't pick a place to eat until 9:00. How wild and crazy. When we sat down I got a fun, fruity drink, and then when the waiter came to take our orders and I got shepherd's pie.
What can I say? I'm a 95 year old in a 25 year old's body and I like meals that are all in one dish.
I woke up on Sunday morning to Matt singing a dramatic, heartfelt rendition of Happy Birthday, and holding a slice of cheesecake.
Not a bad way to ring in 25.