Confession

I have a few confessions to make. Right here... right now. But first you need to know that I am drink-less at the moment: completely sober, so you know these confessions are the result of a clear and true mind. I am, however, tired from a weekend with friends. Friends who, over the years, have not lost their fabulous, which is the only reason why we are still friends. But, I digress.  The information I am about to divulge has never been uttered, well, not until this weekend.

I confess...

1. That I always thought of Washington, D.C. as a tourist city. A city only for those interested in politics, museums, monuments and the history of our country. This weekend, I learned that it is the most beautiful place to live. It's a city for shoppers, gourmands, and lovers.

The Eastern Market, Capitol Hill 

Gorgeous scarves at the Eastern Market 

Us. 

Gruyere cheese, perhaps?

 Lookin' Good.

Steven and Christopher 

 Papa. Papa. Paparazzi.

Mistletoe? Oh, why not?

2. After this weekend, I may not hate cats. I held a cat this weekend: true story. I also fed her gruyere cheese. out. of. my. hand.  I KNOW!  I even kinda became friends with one.  Miss Claudia was her name. And I'll admit that I may even have uttered, "LG, maybe we should get a cat?"

3. I have searched for a cat to adopt, since returning from D.C.

Only, these Exotic Short Haired cats happen to be one of the most expensive breeds. 

Of course.

4. On behalf of the boys, I confess that two of them fell asleep during Saturday night mass. I'm not going to name names, but it might have been Steve and the LG. Might.

5. After a few glasses of wine and a difficult-to-operate James Bond door, bathroom pics did occur.  By myself: blurry and ridiculous. But they occurred.

6. Venison was apparently the meal of the night at Zola...partially because of the presentation but mostly because of its delectability.

Holy Smokes!

7. I left my camera at the restaurant and thought my life would be over. Thankfully, the LG saved the day. Steven, however, did not pacify my fear. Thankfully for him, I could not document this with a photo, because alas, my camera was busy being rescued by the LG. It just proves that I need a Theit bag like whoa.

8. It's okay for shopping to be your passion and your favorite sport.  When we visited Marjorie Post's, heiress to Post cereal fortune, Hillwood Estate, I was struck by her ability to select the most ostentatious pieces to decorate her house. (This visit gave me hope that maybe one day my shopping will pay off.) I have no pictures of the interior, but the grounds of Hillwood Estate were just as beautiful.

Hillwood Estate: where fabulous lives.

9. I may or may not have tried to country line dance here. You decide.

10. I had been looking forward to this weekend with my friends for weeks and am so glad we've made plans for them to come visit us in the second most beautiful city, Reading, PA.

 Seriously, Claudia Jean? Get in the picture already! You naughty kitty.

A little awkward.

 That's Miss Claudia in my lap!

Wait, Claudia! We're not done yet!

Sans Claudia. This is much better, anyway.

Thanks for the fun, Steven and Christopher!