A couple weeks ago I headed down to Virginia for my 20th high school reunion. Partially because I thought it would be great to see everyone, but also because I wanted a little vacation. So even though the reunion wasn't until Saturday night, I booked a hotel room Friday and Saturday, so I could have Saturday all to myself! Friday night I did go to the "happy hour" (so fun!) and the wonderfully fabulous Jessamyn picked me up and we got to hang. Nothing crazy, a few glasses of wine and falling asleep half way through "The 5 year Engagement" in my hotel room. We're kind of old.
Anyway, the next morning, Jessamyn was so kind to offer me a lift into the city. I wanted to go to the National Gallery of Art. Alone. Without children. In SILENCE. And thanks to her I didn't have to deal with the overcrowded and questionably air conditioned Metro. I hugged her goodbye realizing we didn't have nearly enough time to hang out together, but also thankful we have OBX to look forward to in October. It always important to have the next visit on the books when saying goodbye. It makes it so much easier.
So as Jessamyn pulled away down Constitution I turned and headed inside. They looked through my bag and handed me a map.
I felt so calm and relaxed. I could go and look at whatever I wanted. No one else's needs or desires had to be met. Just mine.
It was heaven.
I took a photo just to capture my day. I swear I was much happier than I look. I was probably noticing my famers tan.
Stay tuned for some Sam and Joe picks. . . I promise.