Do you want to hear something kind of shameful but also understandable? So we bused into DC on Wednesday and had a dinner reservation at Blue Duck Tavern at 8:45 PM. D and I had planned on getting cocktails and being cool and glamorous after dinner but I sheepishly announced that I was feeling sleepy, D sheepishly agreed that she was tired, and then we sheepishly came to the decision to head straight to bed after dinner instead of dancing the night away. I guess this is what happens when you're in your mid-to-late 20s, huh?
It worked out for the best though. Because we got such a good night's sleep, we were able to do a lot of stuff during the day on Thursday (hello, Cathedral and Dumbarton Oaks) and by evening, we were still going (kind of) strong. So, after dinner, we headed towards the W Hotel for drinks and we purposely took a route that would take us past the White House so we could say "What up?" to Obama and friends.