Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.*
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This was the first time Trinity and I traveled with friends. I've taken various day trips with my friends, but Trinity had never gotten to take a friend anywhere. Trinity's best friend's mom and I have become really good friends ourselves in the past year, which is awesome. Most people have a casual relationship with their kid's friend's parents, but I can truly say that Laura is my friend, independently of Trinity and Cameron. In any case, it's great that we can all hang out together. The kids can play together, and we can talk about grown up stuff like Ghost Adventures being a better show than Ghost Hunters.
This trip, of course, made me neurotic. I am not a worrier by any means, but I have an allergic reaction to assumption/making plans. Ever since I can recall, I've been adverse to it, but it was sealed when I bought my Grandma a funny and relevant birthday card I happened to find a few months before her birthday, and she died about two weeks later.
But enough about why I am crazy! There I was, no work for 13 days, and in spite of my plan allergy, I went ahead and made two major, solid plans (this DC trip being the first). I was certain that something would backfire at some point. On this particular weekend, I had a group of four non-reving. It's one thing to fly stand-by alone. Trinity and I are used to the uncertainty. We always know that being at the airport with a priority verification card with the name of a specific city on it does not mean we will actually be going to that city. It's another to be traveling with two people who are using part of their one week of vacation to go somewhere with you. Even though they were aware of how it works, I didn't want to disappoint them, especially after the girls told everyone in their entire school that they were going to Washington DC together over the summer.
Upon arriving in the city, I did the same thing I always do. I got lost trying to find the hotel. I am pretty good with a map, however, I have no sense of direction whatsoever. This, along with the fact that addresses never seem to actually be clearly labeled on buildings anymore, is why I have to end up guessing if I should go left or right on any given street. And it never fails, I always go the opposite way. But it wasn't a very long detour, and soon we were checked in to our hotel. I recently became a Gold member with the Holiday Inn (not by staying there so much but from transferring points from other programs using points.com), so when I walked in I immediately began barking orders at the staff and letting it be known that I was more important than all of the other guests.
Soon after that, we were on our way. Our first stop was the Air and Space Museum. It was crowded. The kids wanted to leave in about 45 minutes. I love museums, but I don't like being rushed through exhibits by a line of 4000 people behind me waiting to look at the same thing. It was interesting to see the history of passenger airline service. The old school flight attendant uniform on display is a Republic Airlines uniform. I am unsure if this is the same Republic Airlines that I now work for or if the old Republic became something else and the new Republic just stole the name.
We left the museum and bought some popsicles that I would have referred to as Bomb Pops, but they called Patriot Pops. Then it started raining, of course, because it rained everywhere on the planet this summer, or at least everyplace I went. The rain did not deter us though. The kids rode the carousel. We walked over to the White House and did what everyone does there. We looked at it and took pictures.
After that, we began one of those treks that DC seems to be famous for. Everything appears to be "right there," but it's actually about 45 miles away. We went to the Washington Monument, the WWII Memorial, the Lincoln Memorial, the Korean War Memorial, and then all the way back to the hotel (which was across from the Air and Space Museum).
We made it back to the hotel just in time to eat dinner in the restaurant there. I hate to eat in the restaurant of the hotel you are staying at, but there was nothing else we could do at that point. We were all hungry and tired, we couldn't bear to walk any farther, nor could we use our brains enough to try and find and then agree on a place that may or may not be nearby. The food was good, but I was so hungry I'm not sure if I would have noticed had it not been.