As Girl’s Weekends go, this one was pretty boss. The hubs was busy with his own guy’s weekend so I figured why not do the same. I hopped a flight back east to my old stomping grounds in Washington DC. My mom and sister met me there. We had grand plans for the weekend. And by grand I mean a crap ton of shopping.
Let’s back up a bit though. Like I said, DC is my former home. I lived there for almost 10 years. It’s was my first home/job/venture out on my own after I graduated from college. It’s where I met the hubs. It’s where I made some lifelong friends. It’s also the birthplace of Not Entirely Ordinary. DC will always have a special place in my heart. While I don’t so much miss the frigid temperatures, muggy summers and dirty politicians, I miss my friends, the sights, and the public transportation. Never thought I’d say that I miss the DC metro but I guess it’s true, you really don’t know what you go til it’s gone.
And now back to girl’s weekend. We knew we wanted a weekend to hang out and have some fun. Normally that would be New York City, but as my sister now has a new-found aversion to flying, it had to be somewhere within a reasonable driving distance. It’s just a four hour road trip for mom and sis. We stayed at the historic Mayflower Hotel. Well, calling it historic is kind of misleading I think. Basically everything in the DC Metro area is historic. While I’d been in there for a coffee or breakfast meeting while I lived there, I’d never seen the rooms or really much of the hotel at all. The hotel was absolutely gorgeous. It had all the charm of a REALLY old hotel, but the aesthetics of something a bit more modern. The room was lovely too.
Aside from the aforementioned shopping plans, my sister wanted to do a little sightseeing. In particular, she wanted to see the Jefferson Memorial (my personal favorite) and the Lincoln Memorial.
After a run around the White House and breakfast Friday morning, we suited up in as many layers as humanly possible (it was FREEZING…even snowed during our run) and took off for the presidential memorials. First stop, the Jefferson.
Like I said, the Jefferson will always be my favorite memorial in the city. I even had my bridal portraits taken there by the oh-so-talented Ashley Stephenson of Story Photographers. Sis and I walked up to the memorial and attempted to take some outfit photos. The wind however, had different plans.
What I love about this memorial, aside from it’s location on the tidal basin and the amazing view of the Washington Monument and the White House, is that the moment you step inside it, you walk into this cloud of reverence and awe as you read excerpts from the Declaration of Independence, while the prominent statue of Jefferson watches on from the middle of the structure.
After that we moved on to the Lincoln Memorial. While there were more people milling about at this point, the memorial is big enough that you could stand still and just gaze at the statue of everyone’s favorite president.
I have to admit, watching my sister taking in the two monuments was also a fun experience. When you live in a place like DC, you tend to forget the wonderful things about it. Commutes and loaded email inboxes always seem to shadow the sights and sounds of such an amazing city.
Next stop for us was the Elizabeth Arden Red Door Spa. No proper photos there as I wanted to fully immerse myself in the relaxing tone of the spa. After Swedish Massages, Manicure, and Pedicures, we were pretty much done for the day. Dinner in the hotel was about all my sister and mom could do before passing out. I met up with some friends from LA that, oddly enough, happened to be in DC at the same time. That was a whole different experience of fun that, sadly to say, were documented in the long, rambling voice mail I seemed to have left my husband during my walk back to the hotel after closing time.
Saturday’s itinerary consisted of nothing but shopping, aside from a breakfast with one of my dearest friends, who even had a guest appearance on NEO way back when. Again, no photos taken this day because when you’re on a mission to not only shop for yourself but to essentially be a personal shopper for your sister, you cannot be bothered with proper photography. We quite literally shopped until we dropped. By the end of the day my sister basically had a brand new wardrobe and I was left wondering how the hell I was going to get everything in my previously blogged about carry on.
After carefully rolling, tucking and shoving all my belongings in my bag, I eventually accepted defeat, unzipped the bag extender and resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to gate check my bag. Travel tip…gate checking your bag, while it doesn’t keep you from having to wait for your bag to drop at baggage claim, is a FREE method of checking your suitcase. And you know it won’t be jostled around too terribly much since it’ll be one of the last things loaded into the cargo of the plane.
The next morning I kissed the mom and sis goodbye, took one last longing look at DC as the cab drove me to the airport and bid farewell to the city I didn’t realized I missed so much.
So, until next time, DC. It was fun.