Living in Our Nation's Capital has still been going well. One of the nicest things about it is that it is a place that people come to visit. So even if people don't come visit me, per say, I still see my dear friends when they come to visit for any reason. So far I've seen Stephen (of course), Lauren, Joseph, Alison, Art, grandma, mom and Erin and Ben. (I feel like I'm forgetting someone, but rest assured, whoever you are, you are one of my dearest friends too.) (Visitors always welcome.)
When Erin and Ben were here, we did the typical Washington DC things of going to Cafe Rio and watching the latest episode of "Sherlock". The next day, I wore them out by sending them to a bunch of museums while I was at work so that when I joined them in the evening to tour the monuments they would be too tired to walk to the Jefferson. (It worked like a charm.) We saw the monuments they were most interested in and ended the night at Sweet Frog for frozen yogurt. We got there right when it was closing, so we ate it in the car and were treated to a view of a couple making out in the car in front of us. Because when I think of wanting to make out in a car, the number one place I want to do it is in a fairly well lighted and well frequented parking lot. (Note: I certainly have never made out in a car, which I can say with some confidence because I'm fairly sure that no one who reads this blog will be able to refute that, so perhaps I don't know the delicacies of choosing an appropriately private spot.) We moved the car when we realized what was going on in front of us.
I am still enjoying my roommates and my ward. I have fairly different schedules with my roommates, so I can go a while without seeing them sometimes. The other day I saw one of my roommates for the first time in about a week at Target. She jokingly looked into my cart to see what I was getting. It was mostly pretty boring, but had a few, um, personal items, that may have been a tad embarrassing being seen by someone else. I was contemplating that after we parted ways and chuckling to myself as I put my purchases on the conveyor belt to check out. Of course, who should be the person in line after me, when I had no chance of not being observed? It was my bishop. Interestingly, it was actually the first time I met him. I could have had the chance to escape, but i was so surprised that I exclaimed, "Bishop Larson!" before I could stop myself and then I had to introduce myself as being in his ward. (The ward is quite large, and I am not an attention seeker, so it's not a complete surprise that I hadn't met him sooner.)
Mom and Alison and Grandma were in town this weekend. We wanted to spend some time together on the two year anniversary of dad's death. We went to see the play "1776" at the Ford's Theatre. It was one of dad's favorites and the rest of the family likes it as well. I love it because it stars my favorite president - John Adams, the true father of American independence. And I'm pretty sure I saw the ghost of dad sitting with the ghost of Lincoln in the balcony. (Lincoln is mom's personal hero, so dad would have sat with him, so he could tell her about it later.) Mom got a little teary eyed during the show. It might have been that she misses dad, but I think it was mostly because she loves America.
Aaaaaaaaaand, I guess that's my life lately. I'll try to be more frequent in my updates, but even just saying that reminds me of this clip.
