Last year when I returned from my first visit to DC; a visit where I spent most of my time with people I adore and the rest of the time watching Scandal, being a tourist and eating brownie brittle, I decided that it wouldn’t be my last time there. My original plan was to come back around September this year, perhaps spend my birthday getting day drunk with familiar faces and stuffing my face with smoked meats. But then I began missing the city and the people so much so that I brought my trip forward to May and I just got back from a 10-day trip that’ll bring a smile to my face every time I think about it in the months until my next visit. Because, bitch, I am coming back.
I actually didn’t take that many photos while I was out there. I was too busy laughing, working, bonding, shopping, drinking, trying to figure out how to keep cool without exposing my nether regions, eating, screaming Taylor Swift into a microphone, making inappropriate comments, hanging out with a very cool doorman, carting my organic spinach from one Airbnb to the next, figuring out how to pack nine candles into my hand luggage, pretending I didn’t have to go back to London and loving every sun-drenched moment of my time away. My iPhone came in handy and that’s where most of these snaps came from.
Anyway, enjoy while I plot my return.