Compliments of William Shatner

I know, I know. For a “writer,” I’m doing a pretty lousy job keeping up with this site. But you know how determined I am? I’m writing right now, right in the middle of my beloved Intervention, even though it’s clear that Richard the crack addict needs my full attention and support.

It’s been a busy few weeks. Clayton’s on-call schedule has felt a bit like being hazed for a fraternity. Except that instead of graduating to kegs and blondes, Clayton’s reward is house calls to change oozing bandages and blood stains on his Asics. But I’m not bitter.

After lots of “it shouldn’t always be like this” weeks, we decided we needed to get away. One of the best perks of living in this part of the country is being central to dozens of trip-worthy cities. First on our list was Washington D.C. I’d never been, and Clayton had only visited when he was a kid. The verdict: I was looking for apartment rental signs by the second day. I really, really liked D.C. This may make me a little too Oprah-ish, but I think most big cities have a certain energy or personality that define them. New York is relentless, overbearing, always moving, and proud of it. D.C. was comfortable, unpretentious in its importance, and humble. The businessmen walked down the streets in their Italian leather loafers; the hippies, done with their daily protest, walked down the same streets. Tourists ate with locals. Visitors running in the race of the day ran the same route as residents logging their daily miles. The whole place had an ease I didn’t expect to find but realized was something we definitely needed. 

If you’re interested, we stayed here thanks to the Name Your Price feature on Priceline. If you get the insane deal we wrangled, I’d totally recommend it.

My favorite restaraunts were Jaleo, where we somehow dished out over $30 on dessert (mostly because of the pre-dessert drinking we’d already done that interfered with our typical ordering, not because of their prices) and Sunday brunch at Napoleon Bistro and Lounge  in Georgetown. 

If you’re anywhere near the city, you better let me know so I can awkwardly invite myself to tag along.