This weekend Matt and I traveled to Washington DC for a little sight-seeing in our nation’s capital and to celebrate the 30th Birthday of my bff Molly (yes, Matt’s best friend is named Matt, aka Kinsella, and mine is named Molly – weird, I know).
We celebrated Miss Molly in style with a photo booth, a hip-hop dance lesson mid-party and Carly Rae’s Call Me Maybe played no fewer than 5 times during the evening. Clearly her siblings know how to throw a good party!
I’m so happy to have Molly in my life and to have been able to celebrated with her. To honor this very special occasion, here’s the latest rendition of Call Me Maybe.
*Sorry there aren’t any pictures from the party – Molly is paranoid about being featured on my blog. Yeah, I know – – most people consider it an honor!
This weekend I visited our great nation’s capital. I am embarrassed to say that this was only the second time I have been to Washington D.C. Either way, it was an incredible weekend and I ready to move there – that is unless the next election doesn’t go my way…
One of my favorite people in the whole word is moving to Washington D.C. next weekend. I am so excited to have my friend (who will remain nameless because she is paranoid about internet exposure) closer to New York and foresee many more girls weekends in our future.
From 2002 – 2005, we spent this weekend every year swimming our hearts our at the Ivy league Championships. While we weren’t roommates in college, we always roomed together during that swim meet. It was a funny coincidence that we got to, again, spend this weekend in a hotel, hanging out. And this time, I think we were both excited to have the focus be on something other than swimming, shaving, swimming, sleeping, swimming and eating Wheaties. Instead we walked around the city, looked at apartments, checked our neighborhoods and took in some of our country’s great history.
The absolute highlight part of the weekend was when, as we passed by the White House on Friday night, I saw the silhouette of a dark and hansom character taking a late evening stroll in the yard…
No, not President Obama… even better….
How freaking cute? I think if Bo were to meet my niece Bexley – there might be our own Royal wedding. Take that Will and Kate.
Oh and did I mention that Abby came into the city for Sunday brunch? Yah, I didn’t think one weekend could pack so much fun either!!!!!
At approximately 1:53pm today, the East Coast experienced a little West Coast living. No, I am not talking about In-N-Out Burgers, but rather, an earthquake.
The earthquake is being reported as a 5.9 magnatude and was centered 90 miles outside of Washington D.C. just a few miles from my sister’s hometown of Fredericksburg, VA. People have reported feeling the quake from as far north as Vermont and as far south as Chapel Hill North Carolina. Thankfully no injuries or massive damage has been reported so far.
I was sitting in my co-workers office when I started to feel a little dizzy. It felt like the building was shaking and I blamed it on my constant state of dehydration (I know, I really need to drink more water). But then I realized it wasn’t my head spinning, but the building shaking. We evacuated the building but didn’t really have a plan in place. After standing around for 5 minutes and reading Facebook updates from friends all along the East coast, we realized that this was felt beyond NYC. Although we didn’t really feel like we were in grave danger, we decided to stay out of the building a little longer – a perfect excuse to get some ice cream! When the Black Eyed Peas concert was postponed (before eventually being cancelled) we sought shelter from the lightning in a diner where we all ordered milkshakes. Apparently at Robin Hood when life gives you lemons, we eat ice cream!
My sister’s experience was a little more intense. Pictures fell off the walls and her wine rack fell on the floor smashing her bottles of wine on the ground. She took cover in her closet with her dog Bexley.
One time when Matt and I were in Florida visiting his parents, we decided to plan 9 holes of golf. In the middle of the round, the sky darkened and lightning seemed to come out of no where. We hoped in the metal golf cart and drove to a part of the path that was slightly covered and in a residential area. I knew that if you were in a car during a lightning storm, you were relatively safe; however, I wasn’t sure where I golf cart fit into that equation. With the lightning getting worse (we literally saw a bolt strict the lake no more than 100 feet from where we were) I decided to call my dad who was back in New Hampshire. He quickly told me to get out of the cart and go knock on the door of one of the houses. I knew he would be helpful even from a distance.
When Abby was hiding in the closet, she called my parents too. Clearly, us Brethauer girls have really good survival instincts – call Mom and Dad.
Thanks parents for always picking up the phone. I don’t know what we would do without you!