Thursday & Friday
On Thursday, my sister Robin and her boyfriend Zack traveled on down to The District for a long weekend of fun. I was at work when they arrived, but they were kind enough to capture the moment for me.
I had whatever was cheap at happy hour and a spinach salad for dinner. With bacon. Because it came on it and I was too many beers deep to say no.
I have no regrets.
On Friday, Sam and I headed to work and the kids headed to the zoo. They visited the gorillas and tigers and elephants and whatnot, but they especially enjoyed watching the orangutans mate. Not everyone gets to see that, you know? Later that evening we headed to Target so that everyone could get properly outfitted in green for our upcoming Irish festivities. Then we had dinner at The Heights. I had the chicken milanese and it was fan-fracking-tastic. We also shared fried brussels sprouts and a side of mac and cheese with house-cured bacon. Again with the bacon. I've had the stuff maybe twice since last August and I doubled that in one weekend.
After dinner we headed home to rest up for our big day in the city.
As you all know, Saturday was St. Patrick's Day. I am not Irish, nor are Robin (duh), Zack, or Sam BUT that didn't stop us from starting our day off with a little Irish cheer.
This was Sam's idea, just to be clear. But blasting the River Dance soundtrack while we drank? That was all me.
The plan for Saturday was to get breakfast at Le Pain Quotidien (after my multiple posts on the deliciousness, Robin and Zack wanted to try it out) then meet up with Lauren and her husband, Greg, to visit Madam Tussaud's wax museum in Chinatown. We both got tickets through Groupon recently and decided to use them together, turning our blog friendship into a real-life thing. You have to ask her, but I think it went swimmingly! Anyway, back to the plan. We didn't make it to Le Pain in time for breakfast, but it's right across the street from the museum so we grabbed some pastries before heading in.
The picture taking started immediately and didn't stop until we exited, so get ready for an onslaught of ridiculousness paired with a whole lotta wax.
|Well, would you look at who I found? I would've touched his strong, manly thigh, but I'm a lady...so I waited until the picture was taken and then I copped a feel. Beefy, just as I suspected.|
|"Slap me some skin, brotha."|
|"How many drinks do you think he had in him when he wrote this?"|
|Lauren one-upping Monroe's pose and me checking under William Henry Harrison's cloak. (Just kidding, I have no idea who those guys are. I just took a guess).|
|Robin and Sam arguing with Robert E. Lee.|
|Sam and Woodrow Wilson bon voyaging.|
|Woodrow enjoyed it a little too much, apparently.|
|Robin took over after that.|
|Robin and Zack show their disapproval of segregation.|
|And then give a speech on the matter.|
|Lauren had a moment with Malcolm X.|
|I chatted up a very tall Reagan.|
|And greeted dignitaries with Hill Dawg.|
|Madame Tussaud in the flesh. Er, wax.|
|I had a little wax work done myself.|
|Sam got intimate with Madonna.|
|And I turned down a proposal from George.|
|Because my true love was waiting just around the corner. Brad who?|
|Sam got over it by singing a little ditty to Beyonce's crotch.|
|And then hit the ice with Ove.|
|Baby Michael serenaded us all.|
|Then thrilled us with another. (See what I did there?)|
|Whoopi stopped by for the show. As per usual, her eyebrows stayed home.|
|And skinny Oprah stopped by to give shit away.|
|But Sam had other plans.|