DC/Delaware/Maryland pre accident
For those of you who I know, you are more aware of what is happening in my life than those of you who I do not personally know. We have had a lot of people ask "What the hell happened?" I thought it might be good for me to write it. Get it out. It's taken me four days, a few edits, a stomach ache, and lots of tears from both Brian and I to write down what happened.
Well, this is our story.
My husband and I were invited to join some of our closest friends on a trip to D.C. and Delaware. We were beyond thrilled. I have always wanted to visit D.C. because of my love of history, politics, and travel. We jumped at the chance, and before we knew it, we were at the airport headed out. I hate to fly. I will do it but, it is not my favorite thing. I get highly motion sick, and I'm terrified. I always explain it to my husband like this.
How does it stay in the air? How? You have this billion pound plane filled people, possibly one or two horrible people who laughed at a blind man eating spaghetti or something worse and now they deserve to be taken down...who knows!
I get my behind the ear patch, Valium and pray. That was all fine and good until the Steward (right? a male stewardess?) asked five people to move to the back of the plane because it needed to be balanced out, and we were pretty empty. WTF? This plane runs on the balance of its passengers. If we were not heavy enough would the plane tip forward once we got in the air? Not cool Stove, Not Cool. So, our friends B & W, Brian and I all moved to the back. By this time, I was on cloud nine. They could have asked me to sit in the crapper the entire time, and I would have been fine.
I did very well. It was the best flight I have ever had. Everyone was laughing, smiling and thrilled to be headed to our nation's beautiful capital. Wait that may all have just been in my head. Well, in my drug addled mind it was a great flight.
Until we started our decent into DC. It was pouring down rain like it had been the last two weeks due to Tropical Storms, and one angry Hurricane. It was a bumpy landing, and I was happy to be on the ground. Surely the worst part of the trip was over.
We got off the plane, got to the rental car place and we were off. I was so overly excited I'm sure I made our friend B (who grew up there) very annoyed! Everything was; It's so beautiful, hey guys did you see this? Oh my God, its Washington Monument. As we started across the Arlington Memorial Bridge, I nearly jumped out of my skin the drive is beautiful, and your first sight is the Lincoln Monument. I would live in that sight forever.
We drove right on into the heart of DC and started our whirlwind tour off with The Holocaust Museum. If you get to DC, this is a must. It was very heart wrenching but, eye-opening as well.
We finished with a light lunch in the Museum Cafe. I tried my first Knish. Meh. I was not overly impressed though Brian was. I did happen to have a love affair with a fancy grilled cheese and slice of cheesecake though! From here we stepped outside, and it was a wall of heat and humidity. At least we were done with the rain.
We strolled back to our Executive Parking place in front of the Treasury building and got prepared for our next stop. The Bureau of Engraving and Printing. We went through and learned how money is printed. It's quite the process, and in all honesty, I learn quite a bit. And got big Al some shredded money which he loved!
We traveled to National Cemetery. Amazing, and all I wanted to see was all the Kennedy's. It was worth the 3-mile walk with 800% humidity.
Then we headed to Maryland, our travel buddy's parents home. They were as always very welcoming and sweet to us. And I fell in love with sitting out on one of the balconies with a great local beer.
We then decided to head out to a nice dinner.
Tower Oaks Lodge. I finally had my first Crab Cake. I mean I've had casino crab cakes, homemade crab cakes, but this, this was my first. The way God had intended. Also Corn Chesapeake, whatever it was, it was a party in my mouth. The finale, oh how fantastic. Creme Brulee with a freaking Chocolate Chip Cookie on top. I thought fondly of my sister and how sad I was she would not get to see God's little miracle on my plate. Amazing. Just amazing. This was when I realized; I belong here. The day I was born, and angel whispered into my ear, go child, live in Maryland. Eat yourself stupid, be happy, This is where you were supposed to be. And I honestly believe it.
(ETA: six years later and this is still the greatest meal I've ever had.) I have'nt even gotten to the best part. The FRESH BLUEBERRY MOJITO. Holy crap. This was the best drink I have ever had. I will go back to Maryland for this drink alone. No, seriously I will.
After eating, we decided to drive back to D.C. to see the monuments all lit up. I felt bad for B. who at this point had been running on about four hours of sleep, and who had to drive us there, but my adrenaline was pumping. I was so excited and thrilled. This was about 10:30. We stopped and grabbed my camera, and we were off. We drove back into town. We went to the Washington Monument, The White House, which was dark. It was odd to see it that way. My photos didn't turn out great because I didn't have my tripod and I had a hard time balancing my camera on the wall out front without touching the fence...I was in fear I would get yelled at or see a small red dot on my forehead. But, what did I expect it was 11:00 P.M. on 9/10/11. Duh. So, we stood there for a bit but, gave up to see the Capital. If I thought it was unbelievable during the day, at night it was breathtakingly beautiful. I mean, wow. It was my super super super favorite thing, in my super favorite place with my super favorite people. I was busting. We got to the East side, walked over a fence that had been knocked down and Brian, and I just stood in front of it for about thirty minutes. I literally can not explain the happiness and excitement I had.
We were all alone, besides two security men who stood by the door. We were in heaven. I know I said wow a thousand times and told Brian I couldn't believe that we were there alone! Well, Here is why.
We went to leave and noticed we had gotten barricaded in the area we parked. We didn't know why, well besides the obvious. Anyway, there was some fear of car bombs (that is what B's parents said they heard on the news) but, we made it out. They were not fully done barricading the other side, so we got out. We just drove out, and they didn't stop us or ask questions.
We made it back to B's parents through dense fog and little sleep.
The next morning we got up a little late and headed off to a deli for a quick lunch before we drove to the beach.
Note it was breakfast and I really shouldn't have ordered I had a Triple Decker of corned beef, pastrami, Cole-slaw, Russian dressing on rye. I really shouldn't have ordered it before a 3-hour drive to Delaware. Bye B's Parents, thanks for letting us stay at your place, see you soon. (Cut to 3 minutes later) Us pulling into their driveway so I can use the restroom. TMI? Well, it's part of the story, it's my life.
Cut to Crazy five lane traffic going through Annapolis, MD doing 80. "If we get to a place and I use the restroom!"
We made it to Delaware with our friends, in just enough time to check out our sweet digs and head out to a few boardwalk bars to see which would be best to catch our team's football game that night. We finally found The Green Turtle.
It was a good time; There was a ton of Bacardi and Diet's ingested as well as not a lot of food. This made for an interesting night. About half time W. and I left to walk the boardwalk and visit a gallery I wanted to hit up. I bought myself a beautiful painting and W. bought her doggie a Washington Redskins Jersey.
Me "Is B with you."
Brian "No, he went to the bathroom like 10 min's ago, and I haven't seen him since."
Okay, he is not at the bar, let's go to the other Thrashers (fries).
We found B. at 10:30 at night on the boardwalk, sitting on a bench with a giant cup of Thrashers Fries yelling.
B. is having a glorious conversation with a real live skunk. Yes, a skunk sitting on the dune behind him being hand fed Thrashers Fries, while Barry explains the secret of how they are so delicious.
B. "You ask them to fry them three times!!!"
The skunk "really" (I'm sure this is what B. heard)
B. "Yep, they are delicious!"
Also, when you picture this scene, imagine a father and daughter staring in horror. People have circled around with looks of, WTF is going on here? I went off to find Brian, who had made friends who were also fans of our team and was watching the end of the game.
We finished the game, and B & W went off to bed and Brian, and I went in search of food. I had already stuffed myself full of Thrasher's fries, so we went to a pizza place on the boardwalk. Shit Pizza was the name of the place, okay, I guess it wasn't, but that is what it tasted like. I was not impressed, so I had half of one piece while a pretty intoxicated Brian had the rest of the pizza. We sat on a bench by the beach, at 11:30 p.m. eating. It was great.