D.C is completely different during Summer, it comes alive.
Sometimes I have to take a step back to realise that we’re in America’s capital and nothing did it better than watching some Jazz next to the Washington Monument.
9am: Wake up. Reply to emails. W’s still sleeping. Doze off next to him.
11:00am: Adapting an omlette from Jamie Oliver’s latest book for brunch. It’s a hit in our one bedroom apartment.
1:45pm: It was stifling hot and I was sweating my ass off after an hour of listening to Jazz. W. and I walked over to the Natural History Museum to get a coke. I call it a soda and he gives me shit about my somewhat increasing American accent and vocabulary. Even though we forgot at the time, the Saturday marked our one year anniversary of being in the States.
3:15pm: Walked around the animal section and got excited when we saw a whole wing dedicated to Australia. We argue about what whether the Tasmanian Thylacine was, in fact, the Tasmanian Tiger. He claims victory through a google search.
4pm: In the arvo, we sit on a bench and after a quick search for movies (there’s an app for that), I bought tickets to Terminator 4. It was great because we didn’t have to show up to the cinema uber early and wait around. W. downloads the latest version of Twinkle on my phone so I can update my facebook and twitter status at the same time. If this ain’t love, then I don’t know what love is.
Sometimes I think we take for granted how easy the iPhone makes things.
4:20pm: There was a garden festival (whatever that means) opposite the Washington Mall so I look at scaled plants that had been around for 300 million years. Put my infatuation with the iPhone into perspective. Realised I was leading us in the opposite direction to the cinema. Turned around.
5:30pm: Walked up and down D.C’s sad excuse of a Chinatown. It’s a small street that has two Irish pubs on it. We settle on Nando’s. Word to the wise: somehow the American Nando mild sauce is not the same as Australian sauce. My attempt to eat vegetarian was dashed when the butternut pumpkin salad was spicy. Settled on a bland kid’s meal. Humilitation! Nando’s: one. Resistance to spicy food: zero.
6:20pm: Had a frozen yoghurt at TangySweet. It was too sour for my liking. Thought about ice cream while I finished it. Headed over to the cinema.
7:10pm: Sitting in the cinema with a kid’s size popcorn and coke. It’s humongus. Not only can you get buttered popcorn but you can actually ask for extra butter to be poured on top of your bucket. I would ask for double the servings of melted butter, but this is for W. and he cares about longevity.
9:30pm: Back home. I loved Terminator, it had stark lighting, great music and easy to understand characters. The repetition from the other films really came together in the story. There’s something comforting about it. W. wanted more of a plot and teased me about Christian Bale, I have a wee bit of a crush on him from his Little Women days.
I see a little bit of the Matrix’s influence in the film. Now that’s a movie I loved inside out. My friends and I would write quotes from it on the insides of our arms during science. Yeah, we were cool.
12am: Fall asleep to the sound of the fan. Happy.
