On March 18, 2010 I had the opportunity to travel to Washington DC for 5 days. My friend was going out for business and I could share her hotel room. So I bought my airline ticket and we were on our way.
Right when we landed we thew our stuff down at the Fairmont and headed out so I could learn the metro rail system…took a quick ride to the monument “Mall” area for a few quick snap shots and so I could catch an idea of the lay out. Then we headed over to the Georgetown area to check out the little shops. Becky had to leave me to go to a work thing, so I just stayed in Georgetown and did a check it out thing. I went back to the Hotel around 7. I was beat. I had been up since 530AM. We went to a local pub she wanted to check out and that’s where we meet “Alan” from the movie The Hangover. It was hilarious!! Since it was the day after St. Patrick’s day the pub was having a “hangover” party. Apparently, some took it literally.
The next day was Friday, I headed right to Arlington Cemetery. My intent was to go there, then go back to the central “mall” area and go to a museum then call it a day. When my tour of Arlington commenced I decided I needed to go for a walk…so I walked the mile across the Potomac to the Lincoln Memorial and the Reflection Pool. It seemed fitting to see that monument in light of those who gave their life for the country and then see the man who instigated the original fights that caused the ask of do we put our money were our mouth is? And as long as I was in the neighborhood I stopped by the Korean memorial…it was not something I had interest in but it ended up being one of the best memorials I saw. I also saw the WWII memorial and I thought the inscriptions were moving and the water features they installed were really appropriate. From there I finally made it to the Washington Monument. Becky met-up with me and we headed over to the White House.
Saturday was interesting…So it turns out that in some cases I am not that good at standing around museums. I think a few factors may have led to my slight break down.
1. It was day 3 of travel. I hate to admit it, “things” were starting to catch up to me…exhaustion, time change, scenery change, and in general…change.
2. Although I really hate to admit it, I was thirsty, probably hungry, overheated, and overwhelmed with tourists and protesters.
3. I spent 4 hours being visually and emotionally overwhelmed with sadness, horror and dispare that I could not constructively articulate. Did I mention I was at The Holocaust Museum? I realize it wasn’t a feel good place but…maybe it was just a bad day for me?
My frustration was not just physical but emotional. I was sore from walking from one end of DC I was tired, and actually kind of lost…all I heard was yelling and sirens and kids crying. I swore if one more helicopter flew over me I was gonna freak out.
I had to keep moving because standing still made me hurt worse….
The good news is that after I got a few beers in me I felt better, talked about the exhibit, got a few tears out, we skittered back to the IRS building so Becky could take a picture of me making fun of the IRS sign outside on the corner!!! OMG IT WAS SO HILARIOUS!! I laughed until we thought we were gonna puke!
Sunday was The Day of Rest. Brunch at The Historic Ebbit Grill and then off to the Red Door Spa in the Historic Willard Intercontinental Hotel. Becky went to a mall…then circled back to meet me for drinks in the Willard. Then off for dinner at the Third Edition in Georgetown. They used the front of that bar as St.Elmo’s in the movie. We did a little more walking around the area and I checked out some of the homes and architecture in the area.
Monday, we headed out to Madame Tussuad’s Wax Museum, Ford’s Theater, and The Smithsonian’s Natural History Museum for a brief run through of the Hope Diamond, and the Gemstone and Mineral area. And the Forensics exhibit…and the National Geographic photography award winners section…and the really big squidand then ran out of the building so we could catch a cab and make it to the airport.
DC was amazing. And worth visiting. But I wouldn’t want to stay. I am glad to be back home. I am happy to be with my cats. I missed my bed, my own laptop, my privacy, and my other friends.