Sunday on the Pullen spread was spent taking care of last minute details in order to make our escape. The chicken sitter was tutored and our bags were packed, and the remainder of the day was spent in a marathon watching of Downton Abbey. I can’t get enough of that series. We had to catch up since the new season has started. We finished season one and watched the first two episodes of season two. It was a lot of tv. More than I can usually stand, but ohmygosh I’m so addicted. Now that we’re caught up it will be torture to wait for it to air each Sunday. Will Matthew survive the war? Will William? Why on Earth has Thomas been allowed back at Downton? Will Mr. Bates and his sweet Anna ever know happiness? Will Mary and Edith stop sabotaging each other long enough to find husbands? What’s up with Sybill and that chauffer? Is it just me, or is Lord Grantham heading toward a midlife crises? Raise your hand if you love the polite war between Violet and Isobel. Raise your hand again if you think Daisy is dumber than a sack of rocks. Oddly enough, she may very well be the most powerful person in the house right now because she saw Cora, Anna, and Mary moving the body. You know, Mr. Pamuk, the Turkish gentleman who croaked in Lady Mary’s bed. All that, and I’ve barely scratched the surface. I can’t wait for the next episode! Until then„ though - I will be happily busy here in D.C.
Yep, we arrived in Washington, D.C. around 5:30 this afternoon after very uneventful travel. Our flight landed, our bags popped out, we went up one escalator and hopped on the Metro and came out a block from our hotel. Easy peasey lemon squeezy. Not long afterward, a certain young fellow who owns part of my heart arrived on another train. This is the only day that Tyler may be able to juggle his schedule, so we were thrilled to see him. We booked this trip long before we knew he was moving to these parts, so lucky us!
We roamed around a bit and looked for a tempting spot for dinner. Right in the heart of Chinatown, we selected a place called Clyde’s. Holy moley, everything was delicious! The crabbiest crab cakes I’ve ever tasted, delicious sauteed spinach, crisp sweet potato fries….heaven! The company was excellent as well. Check out my handsome escorts.
Oh sure, they look friendly there. But this is what they look like when they’re hungry and waiting for their dinner.
They’ll be thrilled that I posted these shots. Anywho - after a wonderful dinner Ty came back to our hotel and we talked and talked and talked. It was a balm to my heart. I need to see him here and see that he’s happy and healthy and loving his life. He is. I know that he was just home at Christmas, but it was so brief and we were all in a holiday frenzy. This was different. He’s working hard, and he’s working a lot, and he’s happy. Really happy. *sigh* Matt’s welfare check is next month - he’d better brace himself. I just need to know that everyone is okay. It helps me sleep at night. Personally, I think they had a lot of nerve to grow up and leave the way they did. In the end, Tyler caught an 11pm train and is headed back to his apartment and his misfit cat, and we’re in our jammies. Still a good night.
Tomorrow morning we’ll wake up and after a quick breakfast we’ll head for our scheduled tour of the White House. The remainder of the day is up for grabs, We may visit National Geographic’s Explorers Hall. We may soak up the treasures at the National Gallery, or the Smithsonian, or we may make a heart wrenching visit to the Holocaust Museum. We’ll just see where the day takes us. You can bet that in the evening I’ll be right back here sharing pictures with you. Toodles ‘til then!
