The Arrivals of Sister Middle and Honorary Sister (aka, Brother Little)
So…Sister Little and I chop chopped over to Union Station on Friday in time to meet Carey’s 12:00 noon train, only to discover it was delayed until 1:05. Being the resourceful sisters that we are, we decided to have lunch at “America” while we waited. We sat on one of the balcony levels so we could overlook the bustle and the beauty of the refurbished station while we shared our crab, spinach and swiss cheese omelet and talked about teaching. After lunch, we found out we had an even longer wait for Carey when the arrivals board now listed 2:30 as the time the Capitol Limited was due in. No problem, however, as there was SHOPPING to do!
S.L. NEEDED to start with Victoria’s Secret and insisted I try on new bras as she didn’t think my stretched to the last gasp of life old ones did much for me and that my 57-year-old but still great breasts should salute the world a little more when greeting it. I, on the other hand, am happy just not to be chafed by an under wire. In spite of that I did eventually purchase a new industrial strength sports bra that I think is referred to as a t-shirt bra which feels very authoritarian to/on my chest, but otherwise is pretty comfortable. The staff was so disorganized and frenetic, however, that I don’t think I’ll be going back, at least not to the one at Union Station. And of course the prices are ridiculous. But S.L. got some more perfume – something about always being sexy, if I recall correctly - and a new bra, also. We wandered through almost every other shop there and eventually also got matching gift t-shirts for the Taylor and Thomas, and some lotion, and then went to check the arrivals board again. Now it said 3:30, at which point I thought we should find out what the heck was holding up the train. Turns out it was the Amtrak track problem, namely, they don’t own any. So the owners of the tracks let all the freight trains that turn up have right of way and leave the passenger trains sitting.
In any event, Sister Middle finally arrived, safely, around 3:30, with luggage we could manage on the subway, so we rolled on out of there to home where we rested a bit (and then the girls went up the street to do some errands) and then visited with Charlotte (who had spotted S.L. on her way home from having a pedicure and her eyebrows waxed), and Anja and Ella, before we changed and hustled over to the Kennedy Center for the concert.
Saturday a.m. we headed for Serenity Spa for our massages, after which we had eggs benedict, black bean hummus and stuffed grape leaves for lunch at Café Ole and hung out a bit in the beautiful weather, and then stopped at Chevy Chase Gallery to pick up some prints I had had matted before we went home to rest and reconnoiter. On our way out of the gallery we saw Brother Little, who had driven Dylan to Maryland to stay with his mother for a few weeks and pick up Charley Lauren to bring her back to Wisconsin. He had come in town from Laurel to see if the three of us wanted to have Thai food with him for lunch. Not finding is at home, he had wandered down Connecticut to The Thai Room to eat by himself and wait for us, but found it closed. So, there he was just as we were leaving. He was disappointed that his friend Pat, with whom he had intended to spend the weekend playing golf, had just gotten reassigned to Brussels and was not even home.
Katy and I took him over to 4912 and actually had more to eat while Carey did research and rested and then we all finally gave up and took a nap, after which we decided to go to the local movie theater, the Avalon, and see Ladies in Lavender. Charles decided to join us for the chick flick and to spend the night here rather than go back to Laurel. Since we are on our sister trip, we’ve made him an honorary sister. The plan for today is Bread and Chocolate for brunch, where we'll make a toast to Dad for Father's Day, the National Museum of Women in the Arts, shopping at Mazza Gallery, and baking chocolate chip cookies for Jim, who will be coming back from the cabin this evening.
S.L. NEEDED to start with Victoria’s Secret and insisted I try on new bras as she didn’t think my stretched to the last gasp of life old ones did much for me and that my 57-year-old but still great breasts should salute the world a little more when greeting it. I, on the other hand, am happy just not to be chafed by an under wire. In spite of that I did eventually purchase a new industrial strength sports bra that I think is referred to as a t-shirt bra which feels very authoritarian to/on my chest, but otherwise is pretty comfortable. The staff was so disorganized and frenetic, however, that I don’t think I’ll be going back, at least not to the one at Union Station. And of course the prices are ridiculous. But S.L. got some more perfume – something about always being sexy, if I recall correctly - and a new bra, also. We wandered through almost every other shop there and eventually also got matching gift t-shirts for the Taylor and Thomas, and some lotion, and then went to check the arrivals board again. Now it said 3:30, at which point I thought we should find out what the heck was holding up the train. Turns out it was the Amtrak track problem, namely, they don’t own any. So the owners of the tracks let all the freight trains that turn up have right of way and leave the passenger trains sitting.
In any event, Sister Middle finally arrived, safely, around 3:30, with luggage we could manage on the subway, so we rolled on out of there to home where we rested a bit (and then the girls went up the street to do some errands) and then visited with Charlotte (who had spotted S.L. on her way home from having a pedicure and her eyebrows waxed), and Anja and Ella, before we changed and hustled over to the Kennedy Center for the concert.
Saturday a.m. we headed for Serenity Spa for our massages, after which we had eggs benedict, black bean hummus and stuffed grape leaves for lunch at Café Ole and hung out a bit in the beautiful weather, and then stopped at Chevy Chase Gallery to pick up some prints I had had matted before we went home to rest and reconnoiter. On our way out of the gallery we saw Brother Little, who had driven Dylan to Maryland to stay with his mother for a few weeks and pick up Charley Lauren to bring her back to Wisconsin. He had come in town from Laurel to see if the three of us wanted to have Thai food with him for lunch. Not finding is at home, he had wandered down Connecticut to The Thai Room to eat by himself and wait for us, but found it closed. So, there he was just as we were leaving. He was disappointed that his friend Pat, with whom he had intended to spend the weekend playing golf, had just gotten reassigned to Brussels and was not even home.
Katy and I took him over to 4912 and actually had more to eat while Carey did research and rested and then we all finally gave up and took a nap, after which we decided to go to the local movie theater, the Avalon, and see Ladies in Lavender. Charles decided to join us for the chick flick and to spend the night here rather than go back to Laurel. Since we are on our sister trip, we’ve made him an honorary sister. The plan for today is Bread and Chocolate for brunch, where we'll make a toast to Dad for Father's Day, the National Museum of Women in the Arts, shopping at Mazza Gallery, and baking chocolate chip cookies for Jim, who will be coming back from the cabin this evening.
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