Showing posts with label Washington D.C.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Washington D.C.. Show all posts
Saturday, March 31, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
About town
I'm posting from my phone, and I can't quite do it correctly, but we've had a good day in the nation's capitol. The highlight for me was lunch in the White House mess, right next door to the Situation Room. Honestly, it's all really exciting in your mind. In reality, I sat in an old-fashioned leather dining chair across from a dear friend and ate a black bean veggie burger. The Situation Room door was closed, and everyone spoke in polite, hushed tones. The POTUS was evidently flying back from Korea, so no sightings, although that would have been exciting not just in my mind.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Getting the hell out of Dodge
Henry, Oliver and I are leaving for one week today. We're going to visit my sister and her family in Washington, D.C. Those of you who've been around these parts for a while might remember that our trip last year was cancelled due to chicken pox. I'm grateful that my mother has so much mileage that she was able to get us three tickets. I'm grateful that most of the memorials and museums in D.C. are free and my sister has room for all of us and I love her and her family. I'm grateful that one of my dearest friends works for The Man and got us a tour of the West Wing. Woo Hoo! Unfortunately, Sophie will not be coming along. It's too hard for me alone, and she still has a week of school. Since The Husband has to work, they'll be holding down the fort here in Los Angeles.
I'm not sure how much I'll post in the next week, but I'm going to try. Even though I'd sort of rather be going off to Bora Bora, I'm grateful to be going anywhere. In fact, I think if I were going to Bora Bora, I'd never come back.
Carry on, or as Tearful says, Namaste.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Get me out of here
I am stuck in the Washington Dulles airport for four hours. The name of the above pictured store is AMERICA and is staffed by a polite, young Indian man. I think I'm going to have to assuage my anxiety with a Wetzel Pretzel dog. Then I'll finish the Michelle Bachmann article I'm reading in the New Yorker over drinks in the airport bar. Multiple ones.
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