Things I like: museums, college friends, a change of pace, (gluten free) cupcakes, patriotism
When people first meet me, they are often surprised when I say I’m a New Yorker. Not the kind that moved to the city after college, bright eyed and naïve, but the kind that was born at Lenox Hill Hospital and spent her formative years eating snow cones from Mr. Frosty on the boardwalk by the East River, spying on her doormen, and watching the miniature sailboats dart around the pond in Central Park (and wishing she had her own boat…but those were for boys, duh).* I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I actually smile, or say words like “spider” and “cider” with an ever so slight Southern accent (hard to say why I do this… maybe it’s because I went to college in Philly…?). But despite my apparent non-New-York-ish demeanor, I really am from here. And like any other New Yorker you’ve ever met, I love this city.
However… Sometimes I feel like getting away for a little can be nice—or rather, imperative. One time that antsy feeling resulted in a five-month stint in LA (more on that later), but sometimes even just a few days away can feel like a vacation, which was certainly the case this past Presidents’ Day Weekend. I went to visit three of my college roommates (read: three of my favorite people in the world) in Washington, D.C. A weekend of museums, long walks, longer brunches, the Lincoln Memorial (so appropriate for Presidents’ Day!), and epic dance parties was just what I needed.
*To my father’s credit, I did receive a remote control car one Christmas, which was all the proof I needed to know for sure that Santa was real.
DC displays its’ patriotism in honor of Presidents’ Day
Ai Weiwei, “Moon Chest”
Lindsay is mesmerized by Ai Weiwei’s “Cube Light”
A painting at the Hirschhorn that would make a cool fabric for a mini skirt or sheer blouse
Gluten free cupcakes with pink frosting at Baked & Wired in Georgetown