V-Day in DC February 22, 2009

As promised, the valentines day weekend post.

Friday the 13th I hop in my little Ava Aveo and took off for D.C. The drive started fine. I had cookies and diet coke and my in dash gps and my ipod. I looked nice. I was excited to see my love and have a glorious weekend in the city. Cut to 7pm when I’m lost in shady-area DC cursing my gps and thanking my lucky stars that I have mobile internet and google maps. Seriously, google maps have saved me SO many times. I get lost and google map my way back to civilization, and it helps get me out of ridiculous traffic jams on 95. Anyway, I was a bit perturbed after getting lost and matters were not made better by the fact that I could not for the life of me find the street the hotel was on. I drove by it 3 times before I realized my mistake and eventually just listened to my patient, patient boyfriend direct me to the hotel. I get cranky and upset when I’m lost and it was almost 9 and I was hungry and out of diet coke and I may have been just a tiny bit snappy with him. Thankfully he puts up with my Shaba The Toddler stages quite well.

After hugs and giving my keys to the valet I calmed down and we ordered Chinese and drank wine and things were hunky dory. We exchanged cards at midnight, he surprised me with a huge box of chocolate and sexy time was had.

The next day we had a blast exploring museums. We took pictures on the capital green and got directions by eavesdropping on other tourists conversations. We went to the American History museum and took a look at the ruby slippers and Julia Child’s kitchen and The Boy held my hand as we walked around, NOT under, the scary giant whale suspended from the ceiling of the natural history museum. Whales should never be above me. Ever. Birds, sure. Planes and rockets like those at the Air and Space museum, totally fine. Whales don’t fly. Anyway, we all know that I’m a’scared of whales and big fishies so I’m moving on.

Cue moment number 1 that made me want to melt: The Boy turns to me after we’ve spent the last ten minutes watching the antics of tiny little Indian children toddle and smile and be ridiculously cute and says, “We need to leave before I have to knock you up.” Maybe not the Shelley or Byron you were expecting, but I swooned. There’s just something about a guy who wants to give you babies that makes me all sqeee-y inside.

After a day full of museums and pictures and metro-riding ( I love the metro something fierce,) we went back to hotel for sexy time and our routine Figure Out Where We Want To Eat Via The Google Maps ‘Places Nearby’ Feature. What did people do before Google? Seriously. Google, when you take over the internet I will not be sad. So anyway we found a little brew pub to try out and of course because it was DC and Valentine’s Day and President’s Day weekend there were a bazillion people/student groups/teenybobber athletes around and we had to wait to get seated.
After spending some of our wait sitting on a bench outside making fun of diners and pedestrians we venture back inside.

This is when I see her. Cat woman. She is dressed in a red crushed velvet dress and matching scrunchie, hat with a feature in it annnnddd she has a cat nose and whiskers drawn on her face. !!! Why?! The Boy then pointed out to me that Cat woman has a bunch of friends…and a lot of her male companions are wearing leather pants. Stay with me, it gets better. After we get seated and enjoy some beers and southwest egg rolls (which are my new favorite thing) Cat Woman and some of her posse are seated next to us. On the other side of the both sits Leather pants Man and his wife, Blondie, and a brunette wearing fishnets and Hooker Barbie eye makeup.

After Leather Pants Man kisses Blondie, Brunette starts jacking off his thumb…and grabbing his crotch….and rubbing his leg….and I detail this all to The Boy in a play by play as he is unfortunately seated with his back to the hilarity. I assumed that Brunette was hired for the evening, but later The Boy caught a glimpse of one of their name tags and a post-dinner google search resulted in this reality: They were members of a witches coven meetup. Which in of itself is fine, whatev, I think pagans are kinda cool….but the wacky antics paired with the wiccan thing just made me feel like I was in the middle of a sitcom.

Valentines Day night was spent as it should be. There was lingerie which took way too long to put on, hampered by the fact that I had 4 beers and a glass of wine. The Boy actually called out to me from the bedroom a few times, to make sure I hadn’t passed out in the shower or hung myself with a garter belt. Jerkface. Pretty takes time. After the sexytime he expressed his apologizes and made it know it was worth the wait.

Sunday I insisted The Boy and I go to Mark’s Kitchen because I’ve been dreaming of banana pancakes since 2007 and then we traveled out to the airport to see the other space-y museum. We also hung out with some celebs made of wax. Celebrities, as a whole, are very short people.  Sunday we had Italian and wine and more wine..and more wine…and watched Blazzing Saddles and had sexy time and hated that the next morning meant we had to leave.

We went our separate ways after eating awesome bagel cheeseburgers in Georgetown and I swear it gets harder every time.

Even if he does refuse to smile in pictures.