We found ourselves in Washington, D.C. yesterday (for a whopping total of 4 hours), and I soaked up as much city architecture as possible.
We decided it would be a good test run for Scott’s old (and much beloved by Scott) sandals. Will they stand up to hikes and treks and adventures in Europe? Turns out the answer to that is a resounding no. A few miles into our 5.2-mile D.C. adventure, Scott’s right shoe took a turn for the worse. It was about 25% unglued before the walk, and it’s about 75% unglued now.
The fun thing about the sad shoe event? Well, Scott was walking around the city like he had a really weird tic for the remainder of our adventure. Not fun for him, but very entertaining for me. I’m proud of my man for letting me giggle at his walk for the remainder of the afternoon. Intermittent giggling, anyway. He’s a good sport.
We also met up with a friend we haven’t seen in about a year and a half, and it felt like a giant hug. I should talk to old friends more often. Consider this an apology to all of my friends. I know I’m bad at calling you, and I’m trying to get better at that. I like you, I really really like you.