On sunday morning my mother and I embarked on a 2 1/2 hour journey to the District of Columbia. The trip would have taken an hour longer but frankly the cops just did not care. So the trip was swift more so for me since sleeping in cars has never been a problem of mine. We made it rather easily to the lovely hotel Grand Hyatt. Leaving the car behind we made our way outside, feeling slightly turned around we took a cab to our destination. Finding it was 4 blocks of easy made the trip a laugh, then finding mum had left the tickets in the car made it better. We retrieved the tickets and went on our merry way to the MCI center to see the Dalai Lama. Ground seats, the Dalai Lama's 70th birthday year, and seeing mongolian natives made it memorable. A lot of confusion has been cleared and I take nothing but good from hearing kundun talk in person. After the event was over we walked back to our hotel and orderd seriously yummy food.
The next day was a day for us to be fools. Buying touristy trolley tickets seemed a good idea. So we took off to the Air and Space Musuem and then to the Native American Musuem. I had been to the air and space musuem previoisly but mum had not so we both enjoyed it. Then we soaked in our last few hours touring at the Native American Musuem. The trolley took us about the Mall until landing back at our stop. Whilst on the trolley I snapped some odd shots of buildings and the mysterious pretzel package that shared the seat with me. It was late and family and horses where awaiting our departure so we began our departure out of the city. Having lost almost complete hope of finding our way out we where lucky enough to come upon a worker at the Education Department. He gave us A+ directions and we made it out and back home in mostly one peice.
There is always more to a story but I'm rather tired so thats all of the trip. Everyone in my odd family was happy at the end of the weekend. My brothers with their gifts from the moon, my Mum and I having checked off one of those to do before I die sort of deals, and my grandmother and nani in suprisingly good graces toward each other.
The next day was not nearly eventful but in the end important enough for me to have to rant. I slept then woke up, laughed at my cat who was sleeping in an open dresser drawer. Went to the store to buy invitations for my brothers birthdays. Took a side trip to Dicks to see if they had a duck decoy (my living duck is lonely). Stopped in at Gamestop to look like silly fools with the XBox 360 display. When we made it back home it was time for my brothers to get back from school and with a friend to top it off. They did and I tried my hardest to not get in the way of their antics. Somtime during my avoidence my mom approached me about a recent phone call. Apparently a so called friend screwed me over. We or maybe it was just I had been planning to do this Trail Pace for months now. So I get the entry form and everything ready then stupidly trust my friend to send it in. The due date is the 11th and yesterday was the 15th. She calls and la dee das about how she doesn't really want to go and can I find someone else. Ending it with "If Genny still wants to go I'll send the entry form in for her." All along in the back of my mind I knew it would end this way. Thus trying to retain dignity and comppasion I let it pass over me. Offcourse I'm angry about it but I'm going to push on. As I look to it now, I know that the once friend she will never be again. If i look farther I
know she wanted this and so did I. I will not call her, I will not email her, I will not AIM her, but I will forgive her and hope that she forgives me.
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