Going to the chapel...
Times have been hectic with the holidays, vacations, etc.
Let's go over Washington DC first.
We stayed at the Carlyle Suites, and we got an amazing deal there! It's an Art Deco hotel where all the rooms have a small kitchenette in them. The rooms normally run for for $350 a night! What did we pay? $130 a night.
Not too shabby, eh?
Anyway, we got there on Saturday evening. We were pooped. We went out, walked around Dupont Circle, got a little food, then went back to the hotel and went to bed.
Sunday we went to see many of the monuments. We saw the new WWII Memorial on The Mall, then went down to see the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial, Lincoln Memorial and the Korean War Veteran's Memorial. In front of that one there was a deer. In the middle of Washington, DC. Eating some shrubs.
It wasn't spooked by people or anything. Lots of people were just standing there taking pictures of it. Really odd.
Anyway, we went by the White House and the Washington Monument. The National Christmas Tree looks like crap in the day. The lights look more like a tarp completely covering it. Not very elegant at all.
We met up with my friend Rob for dinner and shot the shit with him for a while before stopping at a bookstore (where I bought a bunch of used books), then back to the hotel to go to sleep again.
Sunday - big day.
We were going to the Smithsonian's American History Museum and the National Air and Space Museum on Sunday which are both on The Mall.
To get there we took the Metro from Dupont Circle to Metro Center, then to the Smithsonian stop. When we were standing at the Dupont Circle stop, I asked S. about having kids or how long of an engagement she would like or some stuff. Can't remember exactly. The dialog then went on something like this.
Her: I can't plan anything until you make a move.
Me: Me make a move?
Her: Yes. Until I get that little round thing, nothing gets planned.
Me: Why do you want a fat cuban midget?
Her: What?
Me: Little round thing. I can only assume you mean a fat cuban midget.
Her: Oh, well. They're a lot of fun.
Me: I know you want a fat cuban midget, but I can't for the life of me figure out why he neds to be carrying a carrot.
Her: Well, he needs four legs too.
Me: Four legs!
Her: Yes. On his head, so he can carry the carrots.
Me: Carrots? More than one?
Her: Yeah!
Well, I continued this conversation with her through our stops, occasionally bringing it back up whenever it seemed to be dying off until we were walking toward the American History Museum across The Mall.
Me: So, you want a fat cuban midget, four legs with at least one carrot, right?
Her: Right.
Me: (fumbling in his pocket) Well, this isn't a fat cuban midget, but what do you think?
Her: OMG!
Me: Will you marry me?
Her: Yes!
So, her engagement ring is code named a fat cuban midget.
So, S. and I are now engaged. :) YEEEEE HAAAAAA!
We're looking at getting married in March - May 2007. First we want to buy a house together.
We enjoyed the rest of the day. Tuesday, we went to the National Holocaust Museum. Very depressing. We had dinner with her cousin and husband that night.
Wednesday we spent the day at the Natural History Museum. We went there with my friend Jason and his family. What a bummer. They used to have a bunch of stuff there on human history in the natural world, including stuff like mummies and the like. Gone. All gone. It sucked.
That night we had dinner with Ken. He looks like Silent Bob. His words. Not mine.
Thursday we went to Arlington before heading to my parents' house. We stopped at the Scottish Merchant Tobbacconist shop to buy something for my Mom (don't get me started) then we went to have lunch at Bilbo Baggins, a restaurant in Alexandria suggested by S.'s cousin's husband. We weren't too impressed with the food.
Afterward, we continued on to the 'rents. I was with them when I bought the ring back in October. (What? Me keep a secret from you, my loyal readers? Sue me.)
My Mom is still stringent about the seperate beds. What a pain in the butt. And I've gotta sleep in the stupid hide-a-bed. What a piece of shit.
Anyway, on Friday, we returned home. Saturday we had a party to go to, where she got to show off her new ring, then Sunday we finally made it back to my place.
What a week.
We worked for a few days, then it was time for Christmas Break. I'll brief you all on that tomorrow or the next day. Happy times and sad in there.
Until then, have fun.
Let's go over Washington DC first.
We stayed at the Carlyle Suites, and we got an amazing deal there! It's an Art Deco hotel where all the rooms have a small kitchenette in them. The rooms normally run for for $350 a night! What did we pay? $130 a night.
Not too shabby, eh?
Anyway, we got there on Saturday evening. We were pooped. We went out, walked around Dupont Circle, got a little food, then went back to the hotel and went to bed.
Sunday we went to see many of the monuments. We saw the new WWII Memorial on The Mall, then went down to see the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial, Lincoln Memorial and the Korean War Veteran's Memorial. In front of that one there was a deer. In the middle of Washington, DC. Eating some shrubs.
It wasn't spooked by people or anything. Lots of people were just standing there taking pictures of it. Really odd.
Anyway, we went by the White House and the Washington Monument. The National Christmas Tree looks like crap in the day. The lights look more like a tarp completely covering it. Not very elegant at all.
We met up with my friend Rob for dinner and shot the shit with him for a while before stopping at a bookstore (where I bought a bunch of used books), then back to the hotel to go to sleep again.
Sunday - big day.
We were going to the Smithsonian's American History Museum and the National Air and Space Museum on Sunday which are both on The Mall.
To get there we took the Metro from Dupont Circle to Metro Center, then to the Smithsonian stop. When we were standing at the Dupont Circle stop, I asked S. about having kids or how long of an engagement she would like or some stuff. Can't remember exactly. The dialog then went on something like this.
Her: I can't plan anything until you make a move.
Me: Me make a move?
Her: Yes. Until I get that little round thing, nothing gets planned.
Me: Why do you want a fat cuban midget?
Her: What?
Me: Little round thing. I can only assume you mean a fat cuban midget.
Her: Oh, well. They're a lot of fun.
Me: I know you want a fat cuban midget, but I can't for the life of me figure out why he neds to be carrying a carrot.
Her: Well, he needs four legs too.
Me: Four legs!
Her: Yes. On his head, so he can carry the carrots.
Me: Carrots? More than one?
Her: Yeah!
Well, I continued this conversation with her through our stops, occasionally bringing it back up whenever it seemed to be dying off until we were walking toward the American History Museum across The Mall.
Me: So, you want a fat cuban midget, four legs with at least one carrot, right?
Her: Right.
Me: (fumbling in his pocket) Well, this isn't a fat cuban midget, but what do you think?
Her: OMG!
Me: Will you marry me?
Her: Yes!
So, her engagement ring is code named a fat cuban midget.
So, S. and I are now engaged. :) YEEEEE HAAAAAA!
We're looking at getting married in March - May 2007. First we want to buy a house together.
We enjoyed the rest of the day. Tuesday, we went to the National Holocaust Museum. Very depressing. We had dinner with her cousin and husband that night.
Wednesday we spent the day at the Natural History Museum. We went there with my friend Jason and his family. What a bummer. They used to have a bunch of stuff there on human history in the natural world, including stuff like mummies and the like. Gone. All gone. It sucked.
That night we had dinner with Ken. He looks like Silent Bob. His words. Not mine.
Thursday we went to Arlington before heading to my parents' house. We stopped at the Scottish Merchant Tobbacconist shop to buy something for my Mom (don't get me started) then we went to have lunch at Bilbo Baggins, a restaurant in Alexandria suggested by S.'s cousin's husband. We weren't too impressed with the food.
Afterward, we continued on to the 'rents. I was with them when I bought the ring back in October. (What? Me keep a secret from you, my loyal readers? Sue me.)
My Mom is still stringent about the seperate beds. What a pain in the butt. And I've gotta sleep in the stupid hide-a-bed. What a piece of shit.
Anyway, on Friday, we returned home. Saturday we had a party to go to, where she got to show off her new ring, then Sunday we finally made it back to my place.
What a week.
We worked for a few days, then it was time for Christmas Break. I'll brief you all on that tomorrow or the next day. Happy times and sad in there.
Until then, have fun.
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