(Hey! For more flashback fun, check out Cable Girl's 42. Totally worth the trip!)
Hey! Guess what? Exactly right now, as you're reading this, I'm more than likely hanging with my very good friend -- my sistah from another mistah who lives in D.C.
Mister: in meetings.
Me: drinking bloody marys with my darling galpal.
Tell me: who's having the better time?
In honor of this grand occasion, I excavated a photo from my first trip to my nation's capital. 1972. Too bad we didn't stay at the Watergate. Man, even then I would have been all over that... and you know, that may explain my on-going fascination with the politics of that time. And why I'm a yellow dog Democrat. But more about that later...
There we are, hanging out at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW. That's Mama, Nana, my brother and me, stylish in that pantsuit ensemble. With my purse. What I as a seven year old needed to carry a purse for in those days is beyond me. Gum, an extra Archie comic digest, my diary... who the hell knows. I do think that was the last time I was ever able to carry a purse that small in the daytime, though. My propensity for hauling around lots of unnecessary crap manifested itself at a very early age.
So here's to family vacations and trips to see friends and visiting places of historical significance. Small purses.
And bloody marys.