Friday: HSBFF finally arrives in DC in the evening. We go out to Dakota Cowgirl to meet some friends of his for dinner. Our mustachioed waitress decides HSBFF is giving her attitude and swats him with her order pad. My veggie burger isn't bad.
Saturday: We head to the Mall, starting at the Library of Congress's Madison building, the inside of which resembles the public university in our hometown. The Jefferson buiding is much more impressive, especially the Gutenburg Bible and the replica of the 16th-century world map that named America America. We take pictures at the Supreme Court and the Capitol, then head past a "Veterans for Peace" demonstration to the National Archives. I'd been there before, but not for 12 years.
Tired, we stop by the White House to ogle a black-clad commando, then head home. Dinner that night is Ethiopian, which HSBFF likes but declares "pretty much like American food but with different spices." We attempt to make a coffee cake for Sunday's brunch, but thanks to an improper pan sizing disaster it becomes necessary for me to wake up at 6:00 a.m. and go to Safeway for more butter on...
Sunday: We bake a coffee cake and two quiches with no major disasters, also managing to make some excellent fruit salad and a small smorgasbord of cheeses and salami to go with the Italian bread. We head to the roof with all this plus mimosa ingredients to await our guests.
It goes pretty well, overall: about eight people show up other than us, although they don't eat much. I blame the heat. The cheese/salami smorgasbord isn't popular and soon comes to resemble something they'd serve in Mongolia. I take it down to Rocky, but even she won't touch it. Seemingly she only likes Meow Mix and plastic bags. Really: I can't leave plastic bags on the floor or she will eat them. But I digress.
After a few hours in the sun the brunchers are getting pretty warm as well. They trickle out, and I go to Adams Morgan Day with TOWWAS because HSBFF feels he has better things to do. I buy a 1989 Rand McNally World Atlas at a garage sale on the way back, complete with two Germanys, the Soviet Union, Yugoslavia, and Czechoslovakia. I figure it will be worth more than $2 some day.
3 comments:
Whatever you do, don't give up on the cheese board idea for when I come and visit :)
Never! I'll just give up on leaving it in the sun on the roof.
And a very pleasant brunch it was.
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