DC Trip Day 2: Electric Boogaloo 2025

Day 2: We Rock!

Late Sunday. 

  Okay, so horrible night of sleeping. Wendi is always cold so the heat was slightly on. Bad choice. This room is humid as shit. The A\C will be A\C’ing tonight. 

  The other bad item was Holly texted us both saying she had Important News about Tina. Against our (no, Wendi’s) better judgment, we called her. Another bad choice.

  The “important thing” was just a short, funny but not urgent story about taking Tina out for lunch. Amusing anecdote, sis, but you remember when I told you any Tina news bums Wendi out so only call her if it’s Life or Death (or money)? Apparently, Holly did not remember. 

  So Wendi spent the night stewing. Really wish I hadn’t encouraged her to call. Epic Husband Fail. 

  This morning, we go up and out the door only just behind our self-imposed schedule: 8:30. 

  And must toot my own horn a smidge. I walked out that door with:

-My wallet 

-My phone 

-Room card

-Kind Bar

-Banana (W got a breakfast. [Sticking it Hilton!])

-A map

-My Travel Pharmacy 

-Eye Drops

-A couple “Local Attractions” sheets. 

-One DudeWipe, Lens Wipes, Anti-Fog Wipes

(Janet, that was three separate items.)

-A pen 

-Chocolate Caffeine bar

   And I STILL had four free pockets. Cargo Shorts-FTW! 

  After a wonderful (free) breakfast, we took a Lyft to the Natural History Museum. Half a day last year was just not enough. We remained there the whole day. Wonderful time. 

There were lots of fossils there. 

Wendi never misses an opportunity.

To Wendi’s delight and my horror, we came upon this.

  Wendi is delighted because the Gift Shop had great things.(A couple of which we bought.)

  Why my horror? Because, quite recently, I’d somehow spilled my drink onto two people.     

   And the shop was crowded. I soon gave trying to keep up and just tried to keep my hands in my pocket. 

  I mean look at this doofus. All you could say about him is that he’s pretty sure he can safely go another day wearing that shirt. (Not like he has any options.) 

   Well, great time. We came back to a delicious dinner in The Club. (Holy Crap. This feels SO boss saying that!) and back to the room.   

   Knowing it would help her sleep, I ventured to order something very legal Weedish online and we could have it delivered. Yes, ladies I Am The Prize! 

   So, order I did and they would deliver it to me and I had to pay in cash… Yup, this is just as sketchy as it sounds. 

  So, I waited in front of my resort. A waited.    

  Checking my phone every five minutes. This product is legal in both DC and Maryland but that was a long 45 minutes. Dude drove up, I handed some dude a lot of cash and he handed a small paper bag. 

   Again, everything was legal but..

Someone needs to arrest me!! 

   The rest of the evening went well. 

   Tomorrow, it’s the African-American History Museum and then, if we’re up to it: The Holocaust Museum. I must admit. I’m morbidly curious about kind of merch they have for sale in the gift shop. 

   Oh, one last thing. If I were a small or XL, I would had had no trouble finding that elusive third shirt. I did find an acceptable Smithsonian T in a medium  and happily showed it to Wendi. Who gave me another The Look; one that quietly screamed, 

  “Oh, you lovable yet delusional dope.” 

The Search continues.