Day in the City
Yesterday was a balmy 60 degrees. A rarity for March up here in the north, in Texas that is a day to be celebrated. Spring only exists for a month in the southwest. You better enjoy it before you're trapped in the 6 months of summer, when the thermometer rarely dips below 95 degrees. That is one of the things I truly enjoy about the Northeast, besides an abundance of culture and diversity (you really notice this when you're part of an interracial couple) you have real, authentic seasons.
So, we rode the metro into work with the hubby and our next door neighbor's who have two little boys. Our ambitious plan was to see the Rembrandt on display at the National Gallery and have lunch with the guys who both spend their days in D.C.. It went pretty well, the museum is always beautiful, they had a gorgeous display of real azaleas around the fountain and the kiddos allowed us to briefly peruse the exhibit. We received a rather snarky look as we attempted to eavesdrop on a curator's speech and the beastie tried to impart her two cents. I removed her from the nasty looks and we walked around and looked at statues which she seemed to enjoy, pointing at each one as if inquiring what this dude was up too. I obligingly read the nameplates to her and realized for the millionth time how cool it is to be a mom.
After out brief museum sojourn we metroed into Dupont Circle and met the guys for lunch. We went to a sandwich shop and through a bit of polite, would you please get up from the table you're sitting at because you finished your food ten minutes ago and now you're just sitting there talking on your cell phone while my feet are throbbing and their are no available tables and we have three cranky babies on the edge niceties, I was able to secure a table outside where we had an enjoyable lunch just soaking in the coolness of a springy day in the city.
And now as I hurry to finish because I feel much crankiness is about to ensue from my pint sized wonder, I look outside and gaze upon the really icky, snowy day that will be the norm for two more weeks.
Thanks for the brief preview spring, can't wait to see you again.
So, we rode the metro into work with the hubby and our next door neighbor's who have two little boys. Our ambitious plan was to see the Rembrandt on display at the National Gallery and have lunch with the guys who both spend their days in D.C.. It went pretty well, the museum is always beautiful, they had a gorgeous display of real azaleas around the fountain and the kiddos allowed us to briefly peruse the exhibit. We received a rather snarky look as we attempted to eavesdrop on a curator's speech and the beastie tried to impart her two cents. I removed her from the nasty looks and we walked around and looked at statues which she seemed to enjoy, pointing at each one as if inquiring what this dude was up too. I obligingly read the nameplates to her and realized for the millionth time how cool it is to be a mom.
After out brief museum sojourn we metroed into Dupont Circle and met the guys for lunch. We went to a sandwich shop and through a bit of polite, would you please get up from the table you're sitting at because you finished your food ten minutes ago and now you're just sitting there talking on your cell phone while my feet are throbbing and their are no available tables and we have three cranky babies on the edge niceties, I was able to secure a table outside where we had an enjoyable lunch just soaking in the coolness of a springy day in the city.
And now as I hurry to finish because I feel much crankiness is about to ensue from my pint sized wonder, I look outside and gaze upon the really icky, snowy day that will be the norm for two more weeks.
Thanks for the brief preview spring, can't wait to see you again.
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