Last Saturday, Ryan and I went to the mall to find him a new iPhone case. I developed a rampaging thirst for a Coke, so we went up to the food court and sat down for a while with a couple of fountain drinks. While we were there, we looked on Facebook and saw that a friend of ours, a Marine currently stationed in DC, was looking for recommendations as to how to spend his evening in the nation’s capital.
The following thirty minutes were the most fun I’ve had at the mall in a long time — so much fun that it continued on the following morning. I couldn’t let it fade away into Facebook Archive Land, so here it is in all its glory. My apologies to anyone who will be disappointed at my unladylike behavior; if it helps, blame it on the future teenage boy living in my belly. Or the fact that I teach high schoolers.
May I present to you… What to do in Washington DC.
BTW… Ryan’s version of the inaugural balls line was, “Something, something, inaugural balls. Get it? It’s a genitalia joke.”
Anyway, I guess the comedy stylings of Mr. and Mrs. Baker were so awesome that we were requested for an encore performance the following day:
Thank you, you’ve been a great audience.
snrk. I would have recommended he head down the road to National Harbor and check out the bands at MAGFest, but that’s because I happened to be in the know.
And the airport hell thing is surprisingly accurate. Dulles is the first airport I’ve ever accidentally been to, because they have a 13 mile access road, kind of like a carpool lane, and once you get on it, they assume you did it intentionally. So, 26 miles later… There And Back Again, an ADHD Navigator’s Tale.
anonymous my inaugural balls… oh, helps if I can spell Moirla after only 15 years…
You guys are hysterical!!