A Very D.C. Weekend

Does taking pictures of geometrical ceilings of the D.C. Metro station ever get old? I think not.

Now that spring has sprung (at least some of the time), it's been great fun getting out and doing various D.C.-y things. We kicked off our personal "Spring in the Nation's Capital" calendar of events last Friday at the Hirshhorn After Hours party, a semi-regular Friday night gathering during the warmer months. The premise is pretty simple: Come, drink, view some contemporary art, listen to some live performances (I really enjoyed the hyped-up antics of dancing duo Hooliganship, best viewed through 3-D glasses. Fun!). Frankly, I'd invite anyone who talks down D.C.'s fashion scene to hit up this event -- it was like a non-stop parade of cute and inventive outifts. We were impressed! I also thought that maybe I should have sported something more daring than my scoop-neck, super-belted LBD (which is really cute, but slightly restrained, though it didn't really matter because I had to keep my coat on the whole time anyway). Um, wait, this isn't my fashion blog? Sorry about that.

Anyway, the Hirshhorn, in all its rounded utilitarian goodness, is infinitely photographable. Also: Great gift shop!





is this art? no, it's actually my bootie. {um, but not my booty. very important distinction.}





so, for as long as i live in d.c., you're going to be seeing a lot of the metro. it's too fun!

Saturday dawned bright and partly cloudy, perfect for our first league soccer game. Now, I signed up for the team on the promise of post-game Bloody Marys and because they were desperately in need of females to meet the league requirements. Probably because, I later realized, all the other women had quit as it's actually a slightly serious league of people who do things like head the ball. And run a little too fast, for my liking. And, to top it all off, I never even got a Bloody Mary. Hrumpf.

The best part is that the field is down on the Mall, just between the Lincoln and Washington memorials. So you get a nice dose of nationalistic pride and get to amuse lots of sightseeing tourists with your lack of stamina and coordination.




Post-game, we took a long walk around the cherry blossoms (now in peak blossomy form!) and around the city. I tried to get Mike to do a cartwheel on the Mall, but he refused. He did pose in the mirror, however:


Also, just wanted to report that Peeve and Commander Robot are as ridiculous as ever. Here is Commander Robot's new favorite resting post:
those back legs kill me!

Peeve is more into chasing her tail in the bathtub and meowing as loud as possibly when there is not a warm lap readily available.


More from our Nation's Capital will be coming soon! We've still got like 90 more monuments to go. Hurrah!