Wednesday, June 14, 2006

My mom is coming for a visit

Tomorrow afternoon my mom will arrive in DC for about a week long stay. We don't have any rock solid plans, but we will definitely check out some of the Smithsonians and Memorials in DC.

This past weekend was a blast! I had a big dinner on Sunday night to say good bye to my friends in DC. I cooked brisket, mashed potatoes, broccoli casserole, artichoke dip, corn on the grill, and a few other assorted items. It was eaten accept for the mash potatoes. There was over 7 pounds of them...I guess I went a little over board.

Since last Thursday I have not had a night or lunch off. Everyday I am meeting my friends for meals and events. I do not have a day off planned until I reach Florida for my vacation, which is only 10 days away.

Someone asked me at my dinner what were my favorite memories from being in DC. I didn't have a good answer. I have loved my time here and have had lots of great times. My immediate thoughts turned to all the memories of me leaving DC to do other things. I went to New Orleans with a group of people, took a friend from DC to Colorado, went camping in Shenandoah Nat'l Park, and went out of town to a winery and some caves. These things are the big events that happened while I was living in DC.

However, while I was in the area I mainly just met up with friends and had dinners, drinks, and good times. It is hard to say which moments stick out the most. I remember when my friend from Chicago dropped into town and few of us went drinking and walking through the pouring rain from bar to bar. Or when friends from Pittsburgh came in town and we rushed from one Smithsonian to the next until we just couldn't look or read another plaque on a wall. These were all the smaller things.

When leaving a town or friends I do not get very sad. People who know me, realize that I am always traveling (usually they are too). They know that I will be back to see them or that they may come visit me at anytime. It is one of the beautiful things about the modern age...travel.

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