DC and it feels so good.

I've only been excited for my trip to DC for, IDK, 8-10 months.  Yes, seriously, sooo excited.  So excited in fact that I have been considering what to pack for the past... 8-10 months.  Those who saw me in DC can tell you this is not true.  In reality I got a bit tipsy drunk Wednesday night and ended up packing anything that included lace, jewels, and sequences.  I may have also taken 8 cardigans (I'm obsessed), a pile of work out clothes because yeah right that was going to happen on vacation, and shoes that matched none of the outfits.  I packed less on the 10 day road trip I took with Andrew and Pheobe last summer than I did for our four day DC adventure.  Chalk it up to the Sauvignon Blanc.

Regardless of the fact that I had nothing appropriate to wear, only half a day of work and a five hour drive stood between our reunion on Thursday.  Unfortunately I wasn't able to go on the day long trip to Gettysburg this day but I hear Pheobe and Andrew had a great time.  haha.

Chinatown, a few brewskies, and a quick catch up with my friend Cara and suddenly it's 2am and against a certain Irishman's will, the bars were closing.  A few photos from the evening as a recap...

 

 

 

 

Friday was spent... get ready... can you handle this... I'm not sure you can... BOWLING!  You just can't make these things up.  Best yet, somehow I managed to WIN a game.  I'd like to think that my pure skill alone is what allowed me the big "W" but in reality it was  probably the fact that 100% of the time the machine gave me a free pin. Yes, even inanimate objects want to help me win this game called life.  Bowling alleys also love hipster cardigan wearing, pink running shorts sporting, tennis shoes loving outfits.  Proof!

hipster glasses are probably not the best look for either of us

 

SCORE!!!  91 points.  Winning

 

If you've never been to Old Town Alexandria, go.  It is the sweetest little place and has my name written all over it.  It is one of the most adorable towns and I could legit live there.  I can see it now, walking Tucker down main street, lunch outside by the water, live music on the promenade.  Oh, and they have boats... lots of them!  After dinner at Virtue Feed & Grain where I would no doubt dine again (recommendations include the monkfish, duck, and chicken or in reality anything on the menu) we took a Potomac River Cruise.  You can book your cruise here.  Initially you think you have to sit at the back of the boat but you don't!  Stick to the front and soon you'll be soaring high like Jack and Rose from Titanic.  We took the 45 minute tour to Georgetown but you can take a round trip tour if you'd prefer. 

 

 

 

 

From here on we pounded them out for the night.  Oh, and danced... let's never forget the dancing.  Bless Andrew's heart, by the time he was really starting to bring his "fresh moves to the streets" the DJ shut him down.  Apparently 3am is starting time for the Irish but closing time for us Americans.

please in the future warn me of the shiny t-spots 

Just when we thought the day was wasted on Saturday Andrew forced me out of the hotel and down past the largest book club in the country toward our good ol' friend Abe.  Abe's my favorite president so I didn't mind paying him a visit.  A bit of trivia: if they built Abraham Lincoln's monument standing he would be 28 feet tall!  Betcha' didn't know that.  We listened to a spirited fellow on the steps of the memorial, took ridiculously amazing photos with the Washington Monument, and had a personal bible reading (I do not lie about bible readings).  God said it was good.

 

 

 

 

I'm really funny!

Another struggle with the evening outfit and a delicious dinner at Pheobe's and the remaining four or six or nine hours were spent on the town.  Curious about what happened?  ME too!  The only ideas I have are from the two following photos and it appears as though I had a great time!  I learned this night that door men and old men love me. 

 

We took a nice hike late Sunday afternoon after much needed four hour power naps (again the day was not wasted) and had a delicious cookout at Victoria's house.  I, of course, was in an ultimate trough at this point and was not much help. 

 

 

I tried to go home sometime early afternoon on Monday.  Before I hit the road, Andrew offered to go with me to get some gas so we headed to the car.  We got in, buckled up, and off we went nothing happened! The car wouldn't start.  Seriously wouldn't start.  Just a few noises and nothing else.  Our immediate response... laughter.  We sat in the car for at least 10 minutes laughing.  No words and almost no breathing.  Finally after composing ourselves we walked back into Pheobe's to give her the news... again no words, almost no breathing, but this time tears flowing off of our faces all to say that the car wouldn't start.  Big thanks to Trish and David for getting AAA for Pheobe's last birthday, to Pheobe for letting me use a free jump, and to Hushong for hooking me up. 

 

 

Now I'm back in North Carolina dancing to bubblegum oldies by myself, opening my own doors, walking down stairs without assistance, and pumping my own gas.  Good news is that I rule over all the creatures that creepeth the earth because God said it was so.