WASHINGTON DC/ANNAPOLIS: "This would be great material for your blog." (7/24/09-7/27/09)

While Caroline was whooping it up in DC on Thursday at events for her brother’s wedding, I was home alone pining for adventure over “so you think you can dance.”

I embarked for DC at last on Friday, but Smarty Pants didn’t check her ticket and ended up at penn station with three hours to kill so I did some souvenir shopping (read: drinking alone at the bar which is called “kabooze”- very classy establishment for those who care to know...).

Once in DC, my college roomie Jen and her now roomie Lindsey actually left me to my own devices in their apartment for 36 whole hours. Realizing the weight of this responsibility, I abused it immediately and took advantage of the pool and laundry situation.

Now, you may be asking, "Laundry? You were only there for 3 hours and you packed for 10 days- what gives?" Well, let me tell you about this smart guy (me). I had the happy surprise of realizing I packed dog treats (host gift for stop 2 in NC) in with my clothes. Now, as alluring as it sounds, it's actually not terribly exciting to smell like cured meat. So yes, I did laundry. You're all welcome.

The next day I stole Caroline away and we finally began our epic adventure- first stop: Annapolis.

Here are some fun facts about Annapolis:
1) Did you know it’s the capital of Maryland? Good thing after 4 years in DC I totally knew that…

2) Also, a lot of important historical things happened there. For example, Thurgood Marshall did something there. I’m not exactly sure what it was that he did but there’s a statue dedicated to racial equality. Caroline took a picture in front of it while making an equals sign. We asked the other tourists present if it was “too soon”. They just stared at us. This means it's okay.

Have you ever eaten steamed crabs? Caroline hadn’t, but I think the dining experience was enhanced by her outbursts of “EWWWW!!! IT LOOKS WEIRD!”

Such a life-changing culinary event could only be topped by a trip to the Naval Academy, where we met a guard who was DA-REAM-Y, and told us we could do whatever we wanted. He didn’t actually say this but it’s what I heard.

The chapel a Annapolis is gorgeous, and so are the sailors. Some strolled on by us and said “Good afternoon, ladies.” Folks, these were officers AND gentlemen, but 1) we didn’t think they could see us staring, this was embarrassing, and 2) The embarrassment was only equaled by our inability to get words out because we were so blinded by the white. Caroline managed a “good afternoon?” while I stammered over “Hi- I mean… hi.” We opted NOT to take a picture with Dreamboat Guard as he was really serious and military-ish and also really pretty, so we got ice cream instead and capped the night off with drinks on Jen’s gorgeous terrace in preparation for the next day's journey...

Stay tuned for Volume I Issue 2, First ed.: FORT BRAGG, NORTH CAROLINA: "Now Is Not the Time to Start a Gender Battle"