It’s the thought that counts, right?

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{Washington Monument on a quiet night}

This weekend I got a visit from my very handsome boyfriend. I have a terrible fondness for romantic gestures, and as such, I insisted that I meet him at the airport when he arrived. Unfortunately, what should have been a 25-minute trip to DCA turned into two 15-minute waits for metro trains and a surprise stop at the Smithsonian station. Honestly, I don’t know how the tourists manage to get around this city! I ride the metro at least twice every day and I still can’t make sense of the track maintenance detours. In my defeated fluster I called my boyfriend who kindly suggested that I just wait outside the station so that he could pick me up in a cab. (A cab from the airport being the most logical route, which of course had not occurred to me.) It turns out that Independence and 14th happens to be a perfect spot to pick up one’s lost girlfriend at 11 pm on a Friday night. (Whoa, okay that sounded a little more “Pretty Woman” than I intended.) Soon we were back at the house and all was well. Since this is not the first time I have botched the romantic airport pickup (it’s a little thing I do), my boyfriend insisted that I stop trying to meet him at the gate every time he gets off a plane. To which I gracefully agreed. Despite the clumsy start, we had a lovely weekend filled with friends, food, and pandemic thrillers on a giant imax screen.

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 {Brunch at L’Enfant Cafe}

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