Fun in the (DC) sun …
In case you are thinking that it is all work and no play at Casa Scully, I submit for your approval a report on our recent trip to Washington, DC, and New York, NY.
Our trip began with a 12-hour train ride from Vermont to DC, as we decided to save some money and the hassles of airport security. With prior proper planning, not to mention knitting, reading material, snacks, and a laptop for watching movies, we managed the trip fairly well. When we pulled into Union Station it was just a quick 4-block walk to Josh and Lori’s Capitol Hill townhouse.
Whirlwind Washington Weekend …
Because apparently we are masochists, we decided to do our most recent return to DC in the middle of summer. While we were there we squeezed in a ton of visiting with old friends. Below is the abbreviated version because I am still too tired to construct a narrative, and figured it was better to write something while it was fresh in my mind. It was a great trip, and we are so glad we got to see so many dear friends, but we were also reminded that we made the right decision to leave. We brought our camera, but neglected to have it with us most of the time, so hopefully I can add someone else’s photo later.
The Best Laid Plans of Mice and Men…
Like people who plan escape routes in case of fire, or other emergencies, I like having alternate commuting routes in case of… well… Metro problems. So, as you might imagine, I was pretty proud of myself for having a back-up plan when I arrived at Dupont Circle Metro and heard announcements about the closing of my destination station.
Confident that I could get home by traveling in the opposite direction and catching a bus at another station, I walked to the platform on the other side, and hopped aboard with a shit-eating grin.
Apparently my smug confidence angered the commuter gods.
Mind your own beeswax …
I love that Sarah and I get to share a portion of our commute together. Whether it be the bus or the subway, it is enjoyable to spend that precious extra time together before going our separate ways to our respective jobs. Sometimes we spend this time talking. Sometimes we read whatever books we may be reading. Sometimes we make out.
We are an affectionate couple. Ok… we are a very affectionate couple. But we aren’t vulgar or obscene. So I was a bit surprised when a woman on the Metro train the other day snidely told us to be “more considerate of the other passengers.”
“Excuse me?” I said looking over Sarah’s shoulder at this harpy sitting behind where we stood.
“You should be more considerate of the other passengers,” she repeated glancing around her as if looking for support.
“All I am doing is showing affection for the woman I love,” I said with a smile on my face, hugging Sarah closer to me.
She mumbled something else about being married and understanding, but continued to cop an attitude and say more stupid things.
“You have a newspaper. Why don’t you read it and mind your own business?” I finally told her.
She rustled her Washington Times and Sarah and I went back to showering each other with affection. A few stops later Ms. Buttinsky slinked off in a huff.