That's pretty much all I can say about that. Suffice it to say that it's best there were no men around for the weekend.
Really random notes from the trip:
Christine lives in a very old, quaint rowhouse in Old Town Alexandria. The second-floor bathroom has no ventilation, requiring the window to be cracked whenever anyone uses the shower. As I was pulling the curtain back after my shower, I accidentally knocked over a tower of someone's bath products near the window and things went tumbling everywhere. I was concerned that something went flying out the window. Sure enough, here we were outside at about 1 am, and here's the escapee:
Christine and Rebecca (one of her roommates) both have a wacky sense of humor. I love visiting them because I always fit right in; their place is like a second home for me. This evidence of their quirkiness makes me laugh every time:
Here's the view of their lovely neighborhood taken from their front steps. It's not a great picture and obviously I didn't put much thought into it. It's literally only steps away from all of the lively shopping and cafes on King St.
