Yes, I have other pictures I could share from our Washington DC trip, but I’ve tried to tell some stories here that might be different than what you have heard before. And I certainly couldn’t tell them all … you’ll just have to make the visit (again?) yourself!
And Marilyn and I even did something probably not quite legal, that reminded us of our Thelma and Louis theme … we went back to a museum for a second time. This time without a ticket and just went up the back way to where a video was being played that we hadn’t had time to watch the day before. I assume we may have been on a security camera somewhere, and we were prepared that someone might ask us to leave. But it was a free museum that gives tickets just as a matter of crowd control, so if they saw us and what we were doing: Just two women going up to spend an hour watching a video and then leaving. I guess they weren’t worried about that.
The three of us “got” to share a very tight room. It reminded me of slumber parties when I was a teenager. Except for the age-related issues that we would never have experienced as teenagers. For instance, the other two were good sports about the discovery we made that when I take a sleeping pill (which I did two of the five nights, before I realized that was the cause) the very deep sleep apparently makes me snore like a drunk in an alcohol-induced coma! (I’m sure we all added ear plugs to our list of travel musts. And I removed sleeping pills from my list!)
So that’s all I have to tell you about our trip. It was great fun for me and the other two said the same. And Marilyn reiterated that when she wrote in my birthday card last week, “Let’s take another trip!”
I’m ready! Just give me a minute to throw away those sleeping pills. Sigh. Getting old is not for sissies.