I’m in Washington DC right now, currently sitting in Lesli’s Wizard of Oz-themed guest room. Susan’s in the Harry Potter room next door. (When you have six bedroom house on Nebraska Avenue, you can have Wizard of Oz and Harry Potter-themed bedrooms.) Anyway, it’s Night #2 of Girls Weekend and, as usual, it’s been wonderful. Honestly, there is nothing like being with people who fully understand you, accept you and love you. They are two of my very best friends, and while I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again – I wish we lived closer.
Susan and I arrived in DC late Friday afternoon and got right down to the business of dropping off luggage and finding food. We wound up at Enology for drinks while waiting for a table at 2 Amys for dinner. Afterward, we made a quick pit stop at the grocery store for brownie mix (because it’s Girls Weekend!) and then it was home and into PJs.
This morning, I woke up at 11:21 a.m.! I’ll just let that sink in for a minute…
The motivation for getting up and dressed was none other than Harry Potter. We had tickets to see The Half-Blood Prince at 3:45 p.m., so we wandered over to the Uptown Theater a full hour prior to the show (with tickets already purchased). It was honestly quite shocking to turn the corner and see a line had already formed outside the door. It wasn’t opening night. It wasn’t even an evening show. Still, the crowd was growing so we forewent boutique shopping and quickly staked our claim. (We wanted balcony seats, after all.) Lesli was gracious to let Susan and I skip into a favorite store while she saved our spot in line. I came out with an adorable charm necklace.
The movie was good, possibly my favorite aside from the Prisoner of Azkaban. Of course, there was much of the book content left out, which we fully discussed upon leaving the theater. Overall, it was well done and enjoyable. I mean, heck – we’ve been waiting a long time to see Hermione and Ron get together. We’re ALMOST THERE.
After the movie, we came back to the house to freshen up for dinner. I would say we took a quick metro ride to Dupont Circle, but it wasn’t entirely quick. After the metro wreck last month, mass transit underground is inching along. Yet, the task of finding a parking spot is too much so the metro was a nice alternative. Once we got to Dupont Circle, we walked several blocks to Logan Tavern. It was on this walk to dinner that in a matter of steps, I a) smelled marijuana smoke either coming from a passerby car or wafting from the window of a nearby Brownstone, and b) heard the nearing sounds of circus music. Sure enough, moments after we recognized the smell of pot, a man in what looked like an ice cream truck came barreling down the road shouting over a built-in intercom, “The circus is in town! The circus is in town!” He drove off as quickly as he drove up. I was immediately struck, at this particular moment, how very different DC is from Amarillo. Nevermind the fact that the White House was just blocks away or that every curvy street is lined with hundred years old oak and maple trees… The walk from the metro to the restaurant put everything into perspective.
Tomorrow I’ll meet up with my grandparents, aunt, uncle and cousins for brunch at Chef Geoff’s and then the girls and I are off to the Newseum. Once again, we’ll find ourselves at a dinner table somewhere on the last night of Girls Weekend trying to figure out when we’ll do it again. The where is easy: it’ll be Amarillo.
Looking forward to pics, of course!