I spent last weekend visiting a best friend in DC, where I ate, drank, museum-ed, and walked a lot. Here’s a recap.
[But first, a note: Posting on here regularly has somehow become near-impossible for me. I’ve decided to stop beating myself up about it and am instead switching up my expectations. Whereas I used to post weekly, I’m now going to monthly. That said, I hope you’ll keep following along, albeit less frequently!]
Back to business. My weekend started with a pre-train ride coffee at my local bakery in NYC, all dressed up for Breast Cancer Awareness month. I was a fan.
After three hours on the train — special thanks to Spotify’s “Warm Fuzzy Feeling” playlist for making it as sappy of a trip as possible — I arrived in DC, hungry. Luckily my friend knew a yummy Vietnamese place just close by enough, called Doi Moi. We hurried over to eat // catch up over coconut-crusted chicken skewers, crab fried rice, and fermented bok choy.
The next day brought unrelenting showers and thus many an Uber pool ride. When we did manage to get out and about on foot, we passed through the National Mall, where I snapped this pic from below the safe cover of my umbrella.
The weather prompted us to find indoor activities, so we lunched at Union Market and managed a quick visit to the Hirshhorn Museum, pictured below. Though tough to pick what to sample at Union (seriously, options spanned from Japanese-inspired tacos to handmade pasta), we eventually opted to share a stuffed dosa and a falafel bowl. And while our museum visit was short-lived (rainy day + museums = sleepy me), it was fun — and somewhat hypnotizing — to wander the Hirshhorn’s circular structure.
Saturday evening was a string of less-bloggable moments, including a booze-fueled trip to the Adams Morgan neighborhood. Instead, here’s a photo of the cotton candy skies we spotted at the start of the night:
With Sunday came sunshine, which we made sure to take full advantage of by walking our way to Georgetown after fueling up with a substantial brunch. The area’s quiet side streets and stately townhouses almost made me feel like I was back in London’s Notting Hill.
After a stint on a sunny stoop, we slowly made our way back to my friend’s apartment, walking a whopping nine miles over the course of the day. Sleep-deprived but sufficiently satisfied with the weekend, I was more than ready to snuggle into a seat on the quiet car for another soundtracked train ride home.
Special thanks to my hostess for a lovely weekend. I’ll be booking my next trip soon enough.