Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Wednesday, July 11, - D.C. - Spy Museum, Ford's Theater and Union Station

Day 3.
Life isn't so bright when you're tired from working all day and being Tour Guide Barbie all evening much less sleeping in the tub. But, I do believe in the attitude really IS everything saying!  Oh, and paybacks.  I made doubly sure that I called by 8 a.m. so the touristers could get started on their day.

MAM headed off to the Natural History museum with directions to see the Egyptian mummies, Hope diamond, wooly mammoth, etc.  Abby thought the museum was really cool and that she needs to do a return visit.

I got back to the hotel PDQ after work so we could go to the International Spy Museum - a 'must see' on our trip. Mom decided to sit this one out, so she went to the cafe with a book and Abby, Megan and I paid the ticket price to go. Groupon for the people right after us? Why didn't I think to check for that? Another, oh, well.  So - the museum.  We found out that the three of us combined are not very good spy material. We adopted an identity and failed to answer questions on who we are, yada, yada. I don't really want to be captured and have all of my toenails pulled off as an interrogation method and ending up crippled for the rest of my life anyway.  We did get info about minute cameras, bugging devises, disguises (one guy who was a man, woman, and homeless person) and other cool stuff.  It was interesting and covered the last 50 years of spying. My bookmark souvenir - "Deny everything."

Around the corner from the spy museum is the Ford's Theater where Lincoln was shot and the house where he died. We were too late to go in either, but we did do the touristy pictures outside!





Abby's looking like the bored tourist!  (I think it was a feet-thing.)
We dined at the Hard Rock cafe then took a walk-see by the FBI building. Topped all of that off with a trip to Union Station. (Another new sight for me.)
Escalator going up to the actual station.






We headed back to the hotel on the subway; everyone was ready to crash for another night.




Tuesday, July 10 - D.C. - The Lost Phone and Taxi Tour


Five a.m. was very early on Tuesday, but since I normally wake up a 4 a.m. in K.C., it wasn’t too hard to roll out and be in the office by 6:30. Before I left, I set a wake up call set for 8 a.m. I didn’t want MAM to waste too much time sleeping – it is a touristy vacation after all, and they had a lot to see during the day while I was working. I won’t bore you with the details, but my meetings were very much worth the trip. Of course, seeing my boss in person is always good, too. 

I had been texting with Abby off and on Tuesday morning, and around 9:30 a.m.ish, I get a call from Megan’s phone.  It was Abby telling me that she thought she left her phone on the subway. UGH! New day, new 'comes-in-threes-count' again?  Well, trying to get on the same metro train to find the phone would be impossible as you would have to get the right train and remember the exact car you were on and the seat you were sitting. They were also scheduled for a free walking tour of the memorials downtown, so I told Abby we would track it down later, and they should go on the tour. The tour included the Washington Monument, White House (in the distance), Thomas Jefferson Memorial, WWII memorial, Reflecting Pool, Vietnam memorial and Lincoln memorial. Not bad for a tour hour free (tips appreciated) tour. The tour didn’t include the Korean War memorial, which I think is one of the coolest, so I told them that they really needed to go see it then it was their choice to walk to a Metro stop or back to the hotel (roughly the same distance.) Abby called around noon after the end of the tour and wanted to know if they could call a cab to take them back to the hotel. (I made sure those numbers were at the top of their itinerary!) Told her to go ahead; it would only be about $5. One of my rules of touring D.C. is ‘save the steps’ which means you have to judge the benefit of walking vs. riding especially when time is of the essence. No taxi - stubborn Stella said they could walk it. They headed back to the hotel for Stella's afternoon nap, then went to the Natural History museum. Abby thought it was really cool and that she needs to go back some time. They did make a stop at McDonald’s later to see if Abby's phone was left there at breakfast. (Nope.) 

When I got to the hotel after work, we headed out for the National Archives. How much more American can you get then to go see the Declaration of Independence, Bill of Rights and U.S. Constitution in our nation's capitol? Second question - was it in the D.C. city planning to put the Metro stop on the opposite side of every tourist entry point? Yes, around the building, through a security checkpoint, and into the line to see the documents. They are in a rotunda and separated out a bit, so you're not too shoved into one small space. The directions given are 'do not form a line'. Duh - how the heck else are you going to get an opportunity to see the stuff if you don't get in line? We line up anyway. As we're cruising past the Declaration viewing the framed document, I try to liven the visit up a bit and make it more personal by starting a conversation with the security guard standing there. Simple questions - I'm a govt employee. How long have you worked for the government? Her response: 'I'm a contractor.'  (We don't have $$ for employees in the government; we contract everything out including the protection of the most famous government documents.) Hmm - question #2 How does it feel to be guarding one of the most important documents in history? Response: Well, that document counts me as only 3/5 of a person, so what do you think? (She was black/female.) Yeesh, talk about a conversation killer! (...moving right along to the next frame. 
Leaving the Archives, we were on our way back to the Metro, when I start hearing the ‘my poor feet’ comments. Translation: quit walking and ride. So we get to the right corner, where a cabbie can stop going our direction and hail the cab. From my passenger side, I tell him that we want to go to the White House thinking we would get out and wander around. No, it’s tour-by-cab driver. Our driver slowed down as we circle around the White House for the backseat people to get a view. (It was so fast that I didn't even have time to grab a photo shot!) Got it on the iPod.

We didn’t even waste the time asking Mr. Cab Driver to drop us at the nearest Metro; our fashionable choice of sightseeing became tour-by-taxi. I asked him to take us to the Capitol. Again, I’m thinking we get out, wander around the Capitol a bit.  The backseat refused, so again, not happening. The cab driver points out the Senate side buildings, Supreme Court, and Library of Congress on the way around the Capitol. 
(I think) this is the Jefferson building, i.e. Library of Congress.
Capitol drive-by.
This is what the girls do when I give them an iPod to take pics of the Capitol. (One of many.)
 Our tour cost $20, which isn't bad for four people by the way. Our Metro fares probably would have cost that much.

Back at our hotel, we drop our stuff in our room, and regroup deciding that pizza sounds good for dinner. The concierge said there was a good place a couple of blocks away so off we go. The pizza place is on a corner and is small with 2-person bistro tables outside on the perimeter sidewalk. The joint smells good, looks clean and serves a 17' pizza for a reasonable price, so I order up a pie and four sodas.  As we're waiting, the wind picks up and a torrential down pour starts, and there I am - standing with a hot pizza. Choice = hot pizza on the sidewalk below an overhang or cold wet pizza at the hotel. 




 We're not proud. We chose hot...




The rain continued, even after we snarfed down the pizza and dodged the water drifting under overhang, so it was time for another decision...wait it out (didn't look like it was stopping), flag a cab (would have been soaked because it was about 20 feet from the overhang to the street AND not a lot of taxis around) or my fav - go get pizza boxes and take a walk in the rain. Pizza boxes won.


It was an 'I gotta pee!' moment when I told them that if they see a taxi to wave their pizza boxes.  We may have topped the stupid-looking chart with that one, but by golly, our hair stayed dry!

I would love to end the day with 'we all returned to the hotel and had a great sleep', but since we're racking up the 'threes', that's not the story.

Here is the rest of the story....
Abby filled out the 'lost' card for her phone with the Metro and put her dad's name on it so he would be notified if it was found. (This has significance later in the week.) We had not given up hope that someone well-meaning person wouldn't find it and call 'mom'.  At 1 A.M., I'm happily snoozing, then it happened! My phone starts ringing. After that three-ring discombobulation of figuring out what it was, I make a mad dash out of bed, grab my purse, and whip out the phone (because you know phone calls at this time are NOT good.) I see that Abby is calling so I answer...just as it goes to my voice mail! I try several times to call back wanting the person to answer, and after the sixth try, they must have turned off the phone because it went to Abby's voice mail.  Well, the good news was that it was found.

As I lay there, trying to go back to sleep, Stella starts her snuffle/snore, and try as I might to be kind and gentle to get her to stop, NOTHING was working! I am still listening to it 45 minutes later. I had tried getting her to turn over, semi-wake up, one pillow on my head, two pillows on my head,and Kenny G in my ear buds. Frustrated, I did what everyone would think is horrible - but really isn't. (No, I didn't push her off the bed.) I took my pillow (and three others) and went into the bathroom. As I'm leaving, Stella gave me the 'but, Brenda, I'm not snoring' to which I had the comeback of 'YES you are!'  I can say that those four pillows made a pretty cushy bed no matter where it is.  I usually sleep on my side/semi-curled so the length wasn't a problem. What WAS a PROBLEM was that I could still hear the snuffle/snore. I was also concerned about hearing the wake up call through all of my buffers. So, back into the room again for the iPod alarm and Kenny.  I set my alarm and turned up the Ken-man then promptly fell asleep.  There was an awareness of the tub-bed, but not enough to make it a problem. Ah, sleep...













Monday, July 9, - D.C. - Travel, Arlington Natl Cemetary and Pentagon

OK, life was crazy before, during and after the D.C. trip, so I need to backtrack to the D.C. trip and tell the stories.

Pre-trip - I outlined an itinerary for Mom and girls and included maps, pictures and descriptions on exactly how to get out of the subway and onto the right street.  On Sunday evening, I went through the itinerary with Barb (Megan's mom), Megan, Stella and Abby.   (Mom, Abby, Megan will be known as MAM for the rest of this trip.) MAM were flying on a different airline (since I was traveling for work, I had to use the contracted carrier ) but, that was okay. I had a map outlining the airport showing where they would come off the plane, pointed out to them to take a left off of the plane and wander to my terminal. I figured it was easy enough, and they had an hour to get across the airport.

Monday morning  came VERY early (4 a.m. on the road). Megan, Abby and I picked up Stella and headed to the airport for their 6 a.m. flight. Challenge: getting them to Terminal A, checked in, through security then getting my vehicle parked, me to the airport and checked in/ready to fly an hour later.  The first part went pretty easy - drove right up to the terminal and parked in short term parking. I did the online check in on Sunday, so they could head straight to the gate. I had about 95% of Stella's stuff in my suitcase, and A&M each took one bag as a carry on so security was pretty easy for them.  (No liquids either - I had them all.) I pointed out their gate (#6) and after I saw them get through security, I gave a little wave and headed back to the van.  Whoa - less than 30 min of parking in short term is no longer free; it's now a buck.  Mind you, I can handle $1, but hey, ain't nothin' free any more?  Alright, pay the buck and move on. So - on to the Parking Spot.

Now, I was driving the van - which is a whole other story - and it took FOREVER for the driver to come around. Finally picked up/dropped at Terminal C and flying in to the airport. (Yes, pun intended.) Saw my friend, Nancy, doing the curbside checking, so I knew I would have someone to chat with while waiting. I expected a quick check in for my bag and thus, would have plenty of time to get through security. At the counter, imagine my surprise...eek, there's a weight limit of 50 lbs or it's $75?!?!? Uh, no. OK- I could handle this - after all, it's only 7 lbs that needs to come out, right? The helpful counter lady said she would just hold my bag tag while I rearranged, so I stepped out of line and unzipped the mega-bag. I had packed a messenger satchel to go back/forth to work each day, so the satchel was the first 6 oz pulled out and then stuffed with a bunch of clothes. Liquids are heavy, and I had everyone's. Pulled some of those out. Computer cables - got them too.  My computer bag (carry on) only had two laptops and a paperback in it, so between my computer bag and satchel, I was pretty confident that I would keep my $75.  Headed back around to the counter to an empty space and got the lady's attention.  Imagine her surprise when the bag is 14 lbs lighter (down to 43 lbs!) Am I rockin' at the packin' or what??? Hmmm.  A quick check showed that I was still good on time, and I really didn't want to look like a pack mule going on the plane, so asked for another shot at rearranging. I left my bag ON the scales this time and started another journey of packing. Unzip, stuff, stuff, stuff. Liquids back in - may as well make security checkpoint easier. Some of the clothes back in - sorry for the wrinkles, Mom!. And topped it off to the 49.5 lbs mark. Counter lady was happy; I was okay with my carry-ons cause the computer case had wheels, and I was off to security check in. This scenario is 'one', cause you know these kind of things happen in 'threes'.

As I'm waiting in the gate area, Abby calls me a few times. Call #1 - they are waiting at gate and some stranger saw her ticket said gate 6. He told her that they needed to be at gate #8. Me: OK - go to gate 8. 2 - they are asking people to check their bags because it's a full flight. Me: OK - remember we talked about this? They take your bag at the plane and then give it to you as you get off the plane. Calls #3, 4, 5 - well, you get the idea. So, loosely counting this as 'two'.

So, the flight was fine, and MAM were waiting for me at my gate. (YAY, they did it!) Grabbed my bag (one of the first off) and headed for the taxi line. Here's me: blab, blab, blab - explaining how the taxi line works, the airport fiasco, etc. while leaning against the rail. It was the longest taxi line that I had experienced so blab, scoot, lean against the rail, blab, scoot, lean. You get the idea. This led to blab, scoot, about-fall-on-my- butt-in-the-street-cause-there's-no-rail!!!! THANK GOD everyone and their brother/uncle/cousin needed a taxi, and there were none coming, because I would have been hit! You know how it is when you're walking down the sidewalk and trip...over nothing...so you look first, at the offending sidewalk and then second, to see if anyone notices? Uh-huh, that's what I did - frown at the rail and  the street, and then see that yes, EVERYONE noticed. Of course, it possibly could have been my flailing arms and yell that brought on the attention. Nope, no quiet fall for me!  So, that's 'three'. 

As we continue to wait in the taxi line, Abby lets me know the excitement of traveling with Grandma Stella.  She (Abby) had the airport layout in her head and knew she where was going, but Gma kept asking for directions. They didn't have too long of a wait for me - and heck, free wifi, so M&A didn't really care because they had actually been electronically disconnected for the 2 1/2 hour flight.

We got to the hotel - Holiday Inn Capitol. While this is not the Ritz, it is in a totally awesome location - two blocks from the Mall (green one, that is).  We were way too early for check-in, so I started rearranging stuff in the bags - again - to drop them with the concierge. Thank you, Holiday Inn people(!) - before I did too much, they had a room come available. Of course, it may have also been four travelers with bags open and clothes, liquids, and paraphernalia being shifted around in the center of their lobby that got us into the room early. [grin] Dump the bags, teen girls put on cute clothes/shoes, and we're off to experience D.C.!

We take a little jaunt to the Mall and, wouldn't you know it. Rather than the picturesque expanse of grass with people milling about, dogs catching frisbees, picnics on old blankets, and lines of street vendors....I get to show them construction!

Apparently, 2012 is when they decided to redo all of the drainage problems. Oh well. MAM gets their first view of the Capitol, Washington and Smithsonian buildings, and I show them the map boards of the Mall for future reference.


It was getting to be lunch time and since no one had really had breakfast, the first experience for the DC-newbies was a hot dog vendor. No, they're not very good, but sometimes it's the experience that counts, right? Besides, I wasn't about to 'experience' sushi or lamb from the back end of a truck regardless of the probably billion DC truck-food regulations. (Not that MAM would EVEN go there anyway....) We grab the dogs, munch 'em down.

Abby topped her dog with a Sponge Bob ice cream.
For our first trip on the Metro (subway), I have MAM buy $5 passes because we're going to a Commuter Store later that day to get better 'deals'.  I explain how the subway works, how to look for the brown posts and figure out where you need to go, and then we're on our way to Arlington National Cemetery. As we are getting ready to exit the turnstiles, there are three people from my mom's church coming through from the Cemetery.  We are 1/2 of the U.S.A. away from home, in a subway with no one around, and that's who we see! A few minutes of chat and we move along. Arlington has JFK and Jackie O's graves, the Tomb of the Unknowns, and several other monuments, in addition to all of the fallen military.
 



It's quite a hike, and why we didn't get on a bus, is beyond me. (I didn't follow my own rule of 'save the steps'.) We all would have enjoyed the experience a bit more.

We stopped at JFK/Jackie  graves and saw the Eternal Flame.

The 'ask not what your country can do for you' speech
Not sure who this is, but it prompted the horse feet in the air or down = died in action? Actually, hoof position means nothing.
Really cool marble amphitheater along the walk.
We saw the changing of the guards which is a very solemn ceremony.  If you ever want to experience 'military precision', watch this as it is the epitome of it.

Notice their right feet - 99.9% identical position.
Our feet weren't precise at all! : )
Back we go to the subway and heading to the underground mall at Crystal City.  Well, as long as you get on the Metro going the right direction. (We were on the wrong side but was able to change before the next train came along.)

Yes, Crystal City Underground is a real mall (not the National  [green grass] Mall), and it is truly underground.  We headed to the Commuter Store to 'experience' a confusing, and completely unhelpful, conversation with a surely underpaid worker. The Metro changed practices the week before - paper vs. plastic-y card, then throw in the visitor, student, and senior options, and you get a cluster of information from a worker who doesn't want to recommend a 'best' option for you. As I always say, 'drop back and punt' or 'we'll take a couple of these and a couple of those'. Happy hour dinner waited for us across the aisle at Hamburger Hamlet, and I was ready for the happy hour beer. I ordered way too many appetizers and ended up with a carry out bag to take to a room without a microwave. (How smart is that?) Now that I think about it, it was probably still in the hotel fridge when we left.  As we were leaving, mom realized that she left her water bottle at the Commuter Store. Yep, we could see it....right through the chain link gate of the closed store. It was left behind (literally) because it just wasn't worth the Metro fare or time back to get it.

The next stop - Pentagon City Mall. Yup, another REAL mall. We got there at 7:15, so I told M&A they had 45 minutes then to meet us right back where mom and I were - resting our feet while lounging in the food court. You would have thought a rocket blasted them out of there. One minute here, five seconds later gone. I'm sure they were doing some major power walking. I called about 10 minutes before they were supposed to be back as a reminder - didn't want those teenagers to be totally sidetracked. They made it back on time, but Megan lost the belly ring/navel ring/whatchamacallit along the way so they had to backtrack. Amazingly, they found it on the floor.

I had to show them the real Ritz while we were there.  Imagine the teen disgust when I mentioned that I had checked there for reservations! HOW COULD I put them two blocks from the National Mall when they could have been attached to the PC mall??? I don't think they appreciated the beauty of the Ritz at that point.

We hopped back on the subway and headed to the Pentagon and the 9-11 memorial. This memorial was one that I had not seen (and honestly didn't know about until I was putting together the itinerary.) The design of the memorial is so interesting (and I am not a history buff). I really recommend taking the time to watch the video tour at  http://www.pentagonmemorial.net/plan/visitor-resources. The memorial is on the opposite side of the Pentagon from the subway, I think.  I can, at least, say it's a heck of a long walk! There are a lot of signs telling you not to take photos, and no way was I not following rules of the most powerful military building in the world! The camera stayed firmly at my side. OK - honest Abe - I tried to sneak a picture and this is what I got:

To see what it really looks like, you get a day-time 'stock' photo:
 

It is truly beautiful when lit up at night. Seeing this was a melancholy ending to a long day.

We headed back to the hotel to crash for the night. Five a.m. was gonna to be early....