As the title of this post suggests, I’m back from DC. And with the exception of my record-breaking TWO DAY hangover, I survived my weekend in NOVA. It.was.a.blast. A BLAST, you guys. I’m actually going to do something that I don’t usually do and take a couple of posts this week to “re-cap.”
DAY ONE or TWO, depending on how you count your days
Since I flew in so late on Thursday night, I’m having issues deciding whether or not to count Thursday night as day one, or just start with Friday…I guess since I don’t have any pictures from Thursday, Friday wins. This is a very stupid, useless paragraph and I really I hope you read the whole thing.
FRIDAY it was raining and I wanted to shoot lasers straight into mother nature’s heart. I was angry. Ok I wasn’t that angry, but Friday was my ONE day to get out to Georgetown and take AMAZING, AWE-INDUCING photos. We explored a little bit, and I did get a compliment on my feet at one point from a sharply dressed black man. I haven’t edited the images off the D90 just yet, so you’ll have to wait.
After we were thoroughly drenched, we went home to shower, bake cupcakes, drink wine, play Apples to Apples, and wait for Taylor’s new BOYFRIEND to come over so I could harass him and embarrass her. Then we went out. Fun was had.
Taylor, Megan, and Me – before we left the apartment and apparently my hair was already a frizzy mess, GREAT.
We went to a bar in Arlington called RiRa. There was a live band and I may or may not have sang Buttercup at the top of my lungs while simultaneously avoiding 50 year old sex-eyes at the bar.
I also met Kelley who is a READER of my blog. We took shots together and I pretended to be famous. You know how it is.