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getting in touch with my inner colorado girl


DC chilling

“DC really only started becoming cool like five years ago,” my friend Liz explained as we ate red velvet cake at Founding Farmers restaurant in Washington DC this past Saturday.  I have no what DC was like pre-2008, but I was definitely impressed with how much fun I had during my brief time in the nation’s capital. After my time in Charlottesville rock climbing and getting bad haircuts, I took the Amtrak train back up to DC for a weekend visit with my graduate school and internship friends.

Red velvet cake and my long lost friend from my Carter Center internship days.

Yes, it’s crazy, most people with Master’s degrees in international relations end up in DC. Something about jobs? I’m the girl who chose mountains over a career tangibly using my Master’s degree, and so far it’s been working out pretty well, other than the fact that some of my favorite people in the world moved away from Denver. I think I’ve whined enough on this blog before about how I went to 15 going away parties last summer (I kid you not), so we’ll just move on to my weekend activities!

I got to see so many of my friends from Denver like my old roommate Shreya, my ski amigo Jonathan, my Bachelor watching partner Sarah, my former mansion living friend Matt and my friend Liz who I interned with at The Carter Center in fall 2010. Things that make me feel old: the fact that my internship at The Carter Center was two years ago this fall. My how things change.

Liz and I in Atlanta circa 2010. Still miss that fall foliage.

Vintage grad school. The first night I met the ladies who changed my life forever.

My grad school and Atlanta friends have been with me through a lot of those crazy figuring out life in your early 20s ups and downs, and it was like a breath of fresh air to see these folks again. They definitely showed me a good time in DC too. On Friday night we went to a bar called ChurchKey, which had a stellar beer list and cool atmosphere. As a Colorado beer aficionado, I definitely appreciated that.

I woke up to the next morning to homemade chocolate chip pancakes by Shreya.  It was a good thing we had such a hearty breakfast, because we had a big day ahead. After getting ready, we headed out to the Eastern Market, an open air market held on the weekends.  There was a lot of awesome jewelry, furniture and food.  It was every girl’s dream and every guy’s nightmare basically. We saw a lot of poor boyfriends being dragged around the market who looked fairly miserable. We then had lunch at Founding Farmers and did the touristy, monument loop.

I’m so glad the guy who took this picture made sure the marble base of the statue was featured. Clearly that’s what we went to the Lincoln memorial for.

Intervention time. Thanks to Liz for including Abe!

MLK Jr., one of the newest monuments.

Jefferson Memorial.

Me and TJ.

DC chilling.

I’m pretty sure we walked seven miles during the day.  On Saturday night we all went out to a wine bar and Bar Pilar in the U Street area. I sound really knowledgeable about DC right? I had some good teachers. We had a late night again that ended with some jumbo pizza slices, but we still rallied the next morning for another full day of DC before I had to fly back to Denver.


 Kayaking the Mac.

We made one final stop in Georgetown for cupcakes from Georgetown Cupcakes before heading back to the airport. The frosting on the cupcakes was light, fluffy and amazing. My friend Sarah said she could eat it by the spoonful, and I would agree.  I felt pretty sorry for the people I sat next to on my flights back, because I can only assume I smelled like delicious Potomac River water. I also was totally the girl who brought Chipotle to eat on the plane. No shame.

I’m now back in Denver, and while my life is absolutely out West, I can’t deny that I don’t hate DC. I don’t hate DC at all, and I for sure have a lot of great friends out there. I will be back.

DC love on the Potomac River shore.

I admit it – I don’t hate DC.



Don’t be jealous of our garden gremlin

In the midst of taking 19 credits and working 28 hours a week naturally I am also moving out of my apartment.  I go big, all the time.  I have a week and a half and let’s not talk about how I haven’t really started packing.  I’m planning on dedicating some serious time to packing this weekend, don’t worry.

Anyway, it’s been a big week for my roommate and me.  I met her dog, Bear, who is a Newfoundland mix.  This means he has really cool webbed paws.  He’s pretty darn cute.


My roommate and I also got a tour of our future garden tonight.  Yes, I’m serious.  I have no choice but to take up gardening in the near future, but it will be fun (I hope)!  Actually the yard doesn’t seem like too much work.  There’s an irrigation system that will do a lot of the watering for us.

Garden irrigation

Cactus in the front yard

Pumpkins, my favorite part

Mmm honeysuckle.

What might turn out to be a bigger challenge than caring for the plants will be caring for the balancing rocks.  Our landlord has these rocks that he likes to balance, as some sort of zen spiritual thing.  Bear was in the front yard and thought one of the rocks was a ball and knocked over one of the balanced rock towers.  We all failed at trying to reconstruct it.

Balanced rocks

Trying to reconstruct the rocks. Fail.

Bear was relocated to the porch.

The backyard is pretty great too.  There’s a lot of young fruit trees and we have a sweet set-up with a grill and patio furniture.

Vines that will hopefully be climbing next summer.

Peach tree.

My absolute favorite part of the garden is probably the garden gremlin our landlord is leaving for us. “I found it in the garage and thought you girls might like it.”  Exact quote.

Don’t be jealous of our garden gremlin.

Moving will be a huge pain, however I am really looking forward to the end results.  Especially the garden gremlin.  And here’s a sneak peek of my future room!