Last Saturday was so perfect outside that despite how ridiculously late in the year it was, we ventured to the beach anyway. 90 degrees and sunny, where else would you want to be? This was at a state park over by Annapolis.
Bret drove me through town so I could ooooh and ahhhhh over how lovely old world/ nautical everything is.
We went out with some childhood friends Saturday who live out there. Kate Porter, hilarious and beautiful, I want to be her!
She made even made us brunch the next day. As a big fan of eating healthy, she was using fresh and organic ingredients, so obviously I was a fan.
Quiche, made with this thick yogurty drink instead of heavy cream. So delicous and you would never know... that clever girl. Also broccoli slaw and a eggplant pasta/feta/balsalmic mix. Also mimosas, duh.
Hostess with the mostest
Dessert was baked apples. No offense mom, but these were pretty amazing. They might be better than yours (gasp!)
We also hit up a salad chain that I had never heard of, although I instantly became a fan.
A yummy Vegan Salad with spinach, cilantro, tofu, quinoa, apples, cranberry and a sweet chipotle sauce. Cilantro is a pretty great fresh ingredient to anything if you ask me.
Once at my hotel for work, I slummed it a bit more and walked to get chinese take out to eat while watching 90210.
It's all fun and games until you get soy sauce on your hotel bedspread. They just bleach those to death right? I don't have to feel guilty about that?
The hotel restaurant, Ketchup in National Harbor, had a delicous crab apple walnut salad goat cheese. What is it about fruit in salads that is so good?
Bret and I also went out in old town Alexandria one night and ate decadantly. Some sushi, more yum.
But the best part of the week, hands down, was when we went to trapeze school. That's right, trapeze school. Granted there were no elephants, bearded ladies or freaks (unless you count Bret who in some ways qualifies for any of those). We weren't wearing sequins, which in my opinion would have only enhanced the experience. However we were flying through the air like maniacs, and it was amazing!
There were about ten people in our class, some who were regulars.
It was terrifying.
The ladder climb was slow and terrifying.
However the platform was by far the most terrifying. There are not enough exclamation points or synonyms in the world for this, so that is the word I'm sticking to: terrifying.
You had to stand on the edge of the platform with your feet halfway over, stick your hips forward and grab onto this heavy bar that yanks you forward. The guy you haven't exactly met before says he's got your belt, but it's a little hard to trust. Then.... on cue... you jump
And the terror is replaced by a free-falling RUSH.
Once in the air, everything felt very instinctive. I don't know if I felt that way because I had had tumbling and dance training growing up, or if that's just how it is supposed to feel, but it was great!
Bret, chalking his hands and forearms.