An American in Washington, D.C.

In 8th grade, all of my friends took a trip to Washington, D.C. Being a hater on history, I decided I did not want to go, and when my friends returned, they had more to say about the drama in the hotel rooms than about any of the sight seeing or museums. As an adult, I’ve grown to appreciate history a little bit more, and it was time to enrich myself with the nation’s capital.

While I have some thoughts about the state of our country’s politics, it was important for me to really look at this trip with tunnel vision at the art and history if I was going to survive it. I was already melting in the damp heat, and getting fired up was not going to help me. I had a short 48 hours to spend, and my goal was to soak in this time around.

Eisenhower Executive Office Building

Washington, D.C. Chinatown

I hadn’t realized how small the downtown area is. I hopped from one destination to the next in $4 Lyfts a little confused that I was already at my next stop. Chinatown greeted me with an opportunity to have a delicious Chinese meal (something that virtually doesn’t exist in the South). I stumbled with a full belly from museum to museum.

Though not exactly the Smithsonian, the International Spy Museum was a fun and surprisingly educational tourist trap. I especially ogled the James Bond memorabilia, but some of the early spy pieces were fascinating. Before technology was filled with artificial intelligence, photoshopped documents, and fingerprint scanners, the tools of the trade were remarkable and crafted with such precision.

I made my way to the American Art Museum and National Portrait Gallery. I could have spent hours watching clips of The Wizard of Oz on Nam June Paik’s ‘Electronic Superhighway.’ Katharine Hepburn’s Academy Award collection left me thinking about the span of her career, and where I am at in my journey. Sometimes you peak, decline, and can peak again. And hopefully you’ll peak again, and again, and again.

As to be expected, I took a journey to the local tiki watering hole, and I was absolutely impressed. Archipelago knocked it out of the park. The decor was optimal, the drinks tasty, the Tom Selleck shrine on point, and the garnishes plentiful. Believe it or not, they actually did not have a house mug for sale! But a t-shirt will suffice.

All in all, I had a great weekend trip to Washington, D.C., and was especially happy to reunite with my first love, 7-eleven Slurpees. If anyone is interested in opening a 7-eleven franchise in Tennessee, please let me know so I can be your top patron.

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