Dad had been to DC before - but that was a really long time ago. And I'd never been, so it was a lot of fun and a great adventure to fly to DC and spend a long weekend with Matt and Eliza.
We went to lots of famous places. And the fact that it was Veterans' Day weekend only added to the specialness. And the fact that I'm reading "Flags of Our Fathers" made the visit to the Iwo Jima monument very real and pertinent.
And the fact that we could spend long stretches of uninterrupted time with a couple of favorite people of ours made for some good times and good memories.
I will post more later - or maybe I should say earlier, since it's late now and I have to go to work tomorrow. But I wanted everyone to know that we were back. And that we went. And that we will show more pictures later.
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This morning as I drove Matt to the metro I said to him, "Too bad they missed this day!" It was gorgeous and sunny with a few puffy clouds, and maybe 60 degrees. Although now I'm looking out the window and it's gray again.
Spare ribs?! Without me?!??!
Hey, Jeff is reading Flags of our Fathers too! I'm waiting in line for it.
How nice that you got to go spend some time together! (And I imagine a great place to visit!)
Hannah, I love--LOVE--that your discerning eye picked up on that spare rib bone sitting there on the plate. Too funny. Remember how Hannah wanted spare ribs for her birthday starting at like age 8?
Apparently they were tasty. I skipped the ribs and greens and got the fried chicken and macaroni instead. Maybe next time I'll go for the more heavy-duty stuff.
("White girls are greazy!" - for all you Mystery Science Theater fans)
Hey, I was ten!
I'm so glad you guys had fun - we hope to get out there one of these years.
and hannah - i think you asked for ribs from the womb. you and ella are kindred spirits.
It is not the fact that we had ribs that was cool, but where we had them. It was at "Jazz Church" on Friday night. The very best kind of environment for good old standard jazz--a church sanctuary (no beer, no weed, no smoke, no swear) filled mostly with really nice, mature (ahem) African Americans who knew their music. Hours six pm to nine. Mature hours, too.
Jazz church was really fun, wasn't it? I'm so glad you liked it.
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