Friday, October 9th.
Michelle flew into DC after being delayed thanks to the city of Boston and their insistence on screwing over the flight schedules for the entire eastern seaboard (Massholes!). We got dinner at DCA, and the bar owner lady bought us drinks (score!) on the condition that we gave names to the drink that she made us. She made some vodka citrus concoction. Michelle's suggestion: Moscow Sunrise. Mine: Adverse Possession or Punchdrunk Bastard. I think the bar lady went with Moscow Sunrise.
We dropped Michelle's stuff at my place and she delivered my birthday presents from her and the gang -Chanel Lilac Sky polish, and a gorgeous blue wool hat. Then off we headed to Hawk 'n' Dove on the Hill. We got there after all the staffers had left, so it was pretty dead. We made the most of it, getting G&Ts, amaretto sours, and various concoctions involving Stoli Vanil, pineapple juice, and Coke. And then this really creepy, drugged out looking guy in a tie dye shirt came in and was a complete buzzkill. People started leaving the room we were in, and another guy even commented to us on how he didn't want to go near the creeper.
But at least we saw an Insane Clown Posse themed van! Michelle didn't have time to run outside to take the picture, but here's what she got:
Also,
A shot of the Capitol South metro station. It's so nice and clean!
Saturday, October 10th.
We braved the cold to go to Eastern Market, a real DC institution. I was disappointed that my favorite local jeweler, Yang Ku, wasn't there that morning, but we had fun browsing. Inside, it was a veritable symphony of delicious foods. Local produce, fresh cuts of beef, bread galore, flowers, it was a treat as always.
And pastries! Delicious, scrumptious pastries, cakes, and tarts!
After strolling around the neighborhood, we stopped by Filene's Basement. Unfortunately, I didn't see much that caught my eye. We then continued to Georgetown (G-town). I picked up my Sephora birthday gift (a trio of pretty lipglosses) and I also bought a Harajuku Lovers make-up bag. For dinner, we went to The Tombs, which serves some delicious tomato soup.
Exploring areas of Georgetown that are NOT M Street.
Michelle's dream house.
The eyes. Oh God, the eyes!
Eighteenth century thug life.
Choir boy!
I'm so angry and wooden!
Are you there, Jah? It's me, Ras Trent, circa the 17th century!
Hey girl, hey!
Monet!
If you're in the bottom floor cafe, you can go through this tunnel to get into the modern art wing of the museum.
Lady Gaga might have a disco stick, but the National Gallery of Art has a disco tunnel.
Nose in the cosmos.
I can't remember if it was intentional or not, but this piece reminds me of one of Van Gogh's...
It was then off to the monuments, before eating dinner at the Capitol City Brewery. (Ridiculously packed, it took forever to get a table.)
It's America! And I live here!
We clung to the front gates as something was going on at the White House. I was ecstatic over seeing a a black squirrel on the lawn. I also probably embarrassed Michelle by waving at all the guards and cars coming in and out of the gates. They waved back.
Monday, October 12th.
Exploring areas of Georgetown that are NOT M Street.
Michelle's dream house.
We later headed over to Adams Morgan, and stopped in at Tryst. It's this shabby chic coffeehouse/bar, with mismatched armchairs and sofas all about. We thought there would be macarons, but they only had macaroons, booo.
My stormy apple (dark and stormy + apple cider). According to Michelle, it tasted like a boot.
Sunday, October 11th.
This was our touristy day. We first went over to the National Archives to revisit our 4th grade Civics class curriculum.
You can barely see it, but look! We the People! Me being the law student and history buff, I was a vigilante in that room, ready to pounce any foolish mortal who would dare use the flash on her camera.
Afterwards, we went to the National Gallery of Art, where, though we had arrived with the intent of being profound art commentators, we started taking pictures of art we found disturbing or hilarious. They do have some of Vigée-Le Brun's portraits of Marie Antoinette, Madame du Barry, and (I want to say) Madame du Pompadour, along with furniture from Versailles, and panelling and furniture from some Baroque French chateau. Why we didn't take pictures, I can't remember.
The single most terrifying sculpture known to mankind.
You can barely see it, but look! We the People! Me being the law student and history buff, I was a vigilante in that room, ready to pounce any foolish mortal who would dare use the flash on her camera.
Afterwards, we went to the National Gallery of Art, where, though we had arrived with the intent of being profound art commentators, we started taking pictures of art we found disturbing or hilarious. They do have some of Vigée-Le Brun's portraits of Marie Antoinette, Madame du Barry, and (I want to say) Madame du Pompadour, along with furniture from Versailles, and panelling and furniture from some Baroque French chateau. Why we didn't take pictures, I can't remember.
The single most terrifying sculpture known to mankind.
The eyes. Oh God, the eyes!
Eighteenth century thug life.
Choir boy!
I'm so angry and wooden!
Are you there, Jah? It's me, Ras Trent, circa the 17th century!
Hey girl, hey!
Monet!
If you're in the bottom floor cafe, you can go through this tunnel to get into the modern art wing of the museum.
Lady Gaga might have a disco stick, but the National Gallery of Art has a disco tunnel.
Nose in the cosmos.
I can't remember if it was intentional or not, but this piece reminds me of one of Van Gogh's...
It was then off to the monuments, before eating dinner at the Capitol City Brewery. (Ridiculously packed, it took forever to get a table.)
It's America! And I live here!
We clung to the front gates as something was going on at the White House. I was ecstatic over seeing a a black squirrel on the lawn. I also probably embarrassed Michelle by waving at all the guards and cars coming in and out of the gates. They waved back.
Monday, October 12th.
We had been questing the entire weekend for falafel, hummus, and macarons. We were not going to be denied, so we headed over to the Amsterdam Falafel Shop in Adams Morgan. Nom, nom, nom....
Marilyn Monroe lives ... in Adams Morgan!
The search to find macarons continued. We found some at ACKC Cocoa Bar in Logan Circle. What I liked the most about the place was the furniture. They had painted tables, some with flowers and geometric designs on them, etc.; we snagged the one with the fashion icon.
Marilyn Monroe lives ... in Adams Morgan!
The search to find macarons continued. We found some at ACKC Cocoa Bar in Logan Circle. What I liked the most about the place was the furniture. They had painted tables, some with flowers and geometric designs on them, etc.; we snagged the one with the fashion icon.
After hitting up the Whole Foods, it was back to my place.
In the thirteenth floor of a high rise, one blogging team is searching for all the best in life.... Rococo and Caffeine!
And to celebrate our fun excursions, we had a Marie Antoinette inspired snack spread. No, there weren't any Laudurée macarons, but dang it, those chocolate cookies and raspberries have to count for at least something.
In the thirteenth floor of a high rise, one blogging team is searching for all the best in life.... Rococo and Caffeine!
And to celebrate our fun excursions, we had a Marie Antoinette inspired snack spread. No, there weren't any Laudurée macarons, but dang it, those chocolate cookies and raspberries have to count for at least something.
