Sarah and I left the house at the same time as I set off for work and she for the Museum of Natural History. After work, I had a softball game – finally our first game after 3 cancelled ones! We ended up having to switch fields (it’s a long story), and Sarah met up with me right before we headed over to another field in a slightly questionable neighborhood.
After winning the game (hooray!) Sarah and I headed to grab a bite to eat in Chinatown. We ate at a place called California Tortilla, an American Mexican place that didn’t necessarily remind me of California, but did have great chips and quesadillas. After dinner we headed to see the monuments – it was dark, and the monuments are particularly beautiful in the evening. We wandered past the Washington Monument, around the Tidal Basin, through the Jefferson Memorial and the Roosevelt Memorial. We completed our walk around the Basin, but didn’t have enough time to visit Lincoln. We power-walked back to the metro station, just barely catching the last train home (whew!). By the time we finished our ride and took a taxi home, it was nearly 1am!
Although we had been up late, I got up early Wednesday to get back to work. Sarah slept in and planned to make her way to the zoo, where I met up with her after work. We strolled through some of the exhibits, only to find that most of the animals go to sleep around 4pm. At least she had seen most of them earlier in the day. We had directions to a recommended place (thanks, Erica!) and headed over to the Adams Morgan neighborhood to get some dinner. Since I’ve been living in suburbia, I haven’t really gotten a great taste of life in DC. Adams Morgan was a great urban neighborhood with tall Victorian houses lining some streets, and rows of cafes, bars, and small shops on the other streets. The Diner was relaxed and fun, and it was even the night of half-priced bottles of wine. After dinner at the diner we stopped by a used book store, one of our favorite kinds of stops! Erica had also recommended a coffee shop with great desserts, so we made a stop in there before heading home. There was a jazz ensemble playing live music, and the place was packed with people – some chatting, clearly on dates or girls night outs, others working, with laptops opened and fingers typing furiously. Again, somehow, we found ourselves on the last train home and made a late entrance through my front door.
After winning the game (hooray!) Sarah and I headed to grab a bite to eat in Chinatown. We ate at a place called California Tortilla, an American Mexican place that didn’t necessarily remind me of California, but did have great chips and quesadillas. After dinner we headed to see the monuments – it was dark, and the monuments are particularly beautiful in the evening. We wandered past the Washington Monument, around the Tidal Basin, through the Jefferson Memorial and the Roosevelt Memorial. We completed our walk around the Basin, but didn’t have enough time to visit Lincoln. We power-walked back to the metro station, just barely catching the last train home (whew!). By the time we finished our ride and took a taxi home, it was nearly 1am!
Although we had been up late, I got up early Wednesday to get back to work. Sarah slept in and planned to make her way to the zoo, where I met up with her after work. We strolled through some of the exhibits, only to find that most of the animals go to sleep around 4pm. At least she had seen most of them earlier in the day. We had directions to a recommended place (thanks, Erica!) and headed over to the Adams Morgan neighborhood to get some dinner. Since I’ve been living in suburbia, I haven’t really gotten a great taste of life in DC. Adams Morgan was a great urban neighborhood with tall Victorian houses lining some streets, and rows of cafes, bars, and small shops on the other streets. The Diner was relaxed and fun, and it was even the night of half-priced bottles of wine. After dinner at the diner we stopped by a used book store, one of our favorite kinds of stops! Erica had also recommended a coffee shop with great desserts, so we made a stop in there before heading home. There was a jazz ensemble playing live music, and the place was packed with people – some chatting, clearly on dates or girls night outs, others working, with laptops opened and fingers typing furiously. Again, somehow, we found ourselves on the last train home and made a late entrance through my front door.
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