My alarm went off at 5am. I snoozed until 5:30 and the woke up. I took a quick shower and got dressed.
I had a bowl of cereal and packed my backpack. My trusty orange backpack has served me quite well over the past 4 years. I packed a pair of sandals, a change of socks & boxers, my tan Abercrombie cargo shorts, two tshirts, deodorant, toothbrush, toothpaste, my camera and all related gear, my book, and my PDA.
I left the apartment at 6am and drove down the mostly deserted highway to the airport area. I parked in the parking lot for my office building and walked over to the Marriott where I picked up the shuttle bus to the airport. The bus was packed and about 8 of us had to stand.
Once at the airport I checked in with no problems at the kiosk and made my way over to the gate for my 7:30am flight. I was cleared for coach class and when I went to my seat (23C), a guy was sitting in it. I said, “I think I’m in 23C”. He looked up at me with a blank expression on his face and didn’t respond for a few moments. Then he said, “Oh, are you in the middle?” I replied, ‘No, I’m in 23C’. He then shuffled some of his stuff around but I realized he wasn’t moving. I repeated again, “So I think that’s my seat.” He moved over to the middle and I sat down.
The short flight to DCA was pretty uneventful except for the guy sitting next to me had this nasty cough that prevented me from getting any sleep.
I arrived in D.C. just after 9am and went to the nearest restroom in the airport where I changed out of my ‘airplane’ clothes and into my much more comfortable shorts, t-shirt, and sandals. I then proceeded towards the metro station and called Jenn’s cell phone.
She was about ten minutes away so I bought a ‘day pass’ metro card and waited for her.
We met up and took the metro to the White House area. We walked around the White House and surrounding executive offices. It was a beautiful sunny day with bright blue skies. It certainly didn’t seem anything like the forecast which was an 80% change of thunderstorms and overcast conditions.
We headed over to a bakery/coffee shop near the white house called ‘Cosi‘. Jenn got some coffee and we each had a ’squagel’ for brunch.
Afterwards, we walked over to the Renwick gallery museum. They had a special exhibit on Frank Lloyd Wright’s stained glass windows. It was pretty amazing to see these complex and intricate stained glass windows remain in such great condition after 100 years. When we completed this exhibit we walked upstairs to the grand salon’ and were treated to hundreds of American Indian portraits. It was pretty cool. Also in the upstairs area was some more contemporary crafts. My favorite piece here was a chair with one of it’s legs reaching out to grab something.

When we finished with this museum we walked a few blocks to the nearest metro station and rode the train into Chinatown. When we got out of the station, I noticed that all of the store signs (even places like CVS and McDonalds) had Chinese characters next to the english name.

From here we walked over to the ‘International Spy Museum‘. This wasn’t apart of the Smithsonian and we had to buy tickets. It was a hefty $13/person and apparently this museum is very popular. The 12pm block was sold out so we had to buy 1pm tickets and wait around for an hour.
As we walked around inside the ticket area, I was stopped at least three times and told that I wouldn’t be able to take photographs inside the museum. Having my camera slung across my shoulder was only going to get the same thing repeated to me every five minutes, so I packed it away in my backpack.
Jenn and I were pretty tired of lugging around our backpacks and inquired about storing them somewhere. The spy museum staff didn’t have anyplace for us to put them. Then Jenn came up with the brilliant idea of walking across the street to a hotel and storing them there. We went inside the hotel and walked up to the bellhop. We explained that we wanted to store our bags because we were going to the museum and then eating at the hotel afterwards (we lied about the eating part). The guy explained to us that they are only supposed to hold bags for guests but he would make an exception.
With our shoulders un-burdened we went back to the spy museum and waited in line for the 1pm showing. There were a lot of people in line and they were only letting a few in at a time to ease the congestion. When we entered the museum I can see why they charge so much for the tickets. They had a lot of staff working and they had a lot of large flat-panel plasma TV’s all over the walls. Everything looked as if they spent a lot of money. However with the throngs of people cramming the rooms inside the museum, it was evident that they were making a lot of money. The spy museum was pretty cool but it was certainly too crowded.
After going through the museum we got our backpacks from the hotel and took the metro to the archives station near the Smithsonian. From there we headed to the National Museum of American History. We had about a 5 minute wait before we got in due to the security checks.
Because today is flag day, there was a marching band group performing in front of the ‘Star-Spangled Banner‘ flag hanging prominently inside the entrance of the museum. An old lady sitting at a table was handing out American flag lapel pins. Jenn and I headed down to the bottom level to have some ice cream at the ice cream parlor. Unfortunately it is now self-serve so we decided to skip that.
Instead we went to the third floor and saw the firearms and war exhibits. After this, we went down to the basement again and had a late lunch in the cafe just before the closed. We had some stale-looking pizza.
While we were eating, I saw that it was pouring rain outside through the windows. This didn’t bode well to us moving around outside. Fortunately when we finished eating the rain had mostly stopped and it was just a very light drizzle. It actually felt pretty good to be outside since we were pretty hot from walking around all day.
We walked across the mall lawn and into the Freer gallery of art. I’ve never been there before and it was pretty nice. Compared to some of the larger Smithsonian museums, this one was pretty empty. One of the cool things about this gallery was a large wood-paneled room called the ‘Peacock Room‘. The style was quite gaudy and fascinating. The rest of the exhibits were Japanese and Asian art.
Connected to this gallery is the Arthur M. Sackler gallery. We went into this one as well. It was getting close to closing time (5:30pm) so we went through the exhibits rather quickly. There were several interesting Asian and Indian sculptures. We also saw a cool photography exhibit of Raghubir Singh. He traveled all over India in an Indian Ambassador car taking thematic photos of India with some part of the car in the frame.
Around 5:30 the guard ushered us outside where we saw a highly decorated Indian bus.
On our way back to the Smithsonian metro station we stopped to get some soft-serve ice cream to eat on our walk to the metro. We took the train to the foggy bottom station and walked to the hotel.
I had made reservations at the Wyndham City Center hotel. It was pretty nice inside and I was happy with it. We checked in and went up to our room (504). We noticed hidden in a corner of the room was a wadded-up frilly pair of black panties. Jenn was pretty disgusted by this.

We took a short nap, then got cleaned, changed into our ‘airplane clothes’, and headed out for dinner. By the time we left the hotel it was dark outside. We walked a few blocks to Dupont circle and then around that area looking for a place to eat dinner. It was pretty nice outside so we tried to find something with outdoor seating.
We finally came to a place called ‘Mimi’s American Bistro‘. According to Jenn, it is a restaurant/piano bar jointly owned by an Israeli and Palestinian. We were seated outside right away. Dinner was pretty good. Inside the restaurant was a piano bar and I noticed that most of the waitresses were taking turns singing! They actually sounded pretty good! Jenn and I were trying to figure out if they were just doing karaoke or something. She asked our waitress and our waitress said that indeed they really do sing, indicating that it’s a nice change of pace from waiting all the time.
After dinner we walked back to the metro station and took a ride town to Union Station. It was mostly empty inside since it was late (close to midnight). To me it looked just like an airport. There were ticket counters and ‘gate’ where people would board trains. At one gate I saw an old man sitting by himself (I don’t think he was homeless). I guess there are some people who don’t trust flying and travel via train only. In retrospect I should have taken a photo of him sitting in the waiting area by himself because it looked like it would have been a nice scene.
We got back on the metro for the hotel just before midnight. We were both exhausted from a pretty whirlwind day and went straight to bed.