I am about a week overdue on my DC recap but better late than never. Beatrice sums up our trip below. Our adventure began at 5am when Isabel, Dave, and Julian picked us up in the rented minivan. My sister stuffed the car to the gills with all of our gear (kids require lots of stuff and Portuguese girls travel with a lot of food-- nothing in coolers, mind you. See Portuguese Food Storage 101.) Our hopes were that the kids would sleep during the early hours until our first stop about 3 hours in but they were too excited. All in all it was a good ride. We had a new double screen DVD player that kept them entertained for a while and my sister, always thinking ahead, provided endless goodies and snacks, doled out at numerous breaking points. Julian was content to watch 8 straight hours of movies while Beatrice could have filled her time eating snacks. Theo was a bit out of sorts on the way down because he had a little cold. Even with the cold, he was a trooper. He was just so excited to be seated between me and my sister and to get oodles attention.
Our apartment in DC was great. I completely slacked off on picture taking but it was very similar to the place we stayed at in Montreal. We quickly unpacked (as is customary for the Chase's) and within hours it looked like we had lived there for years.
We filled out short 3 days taking in the sites of DC, spending time with Dave's family and friends, walking to markets, taking a run (yup, that's right... we jogged around the Capitol like real DC'ers), and just really enjoying family time.
Last night I was flipping through the channels and came across The Biggest Loser. It was a part where skeletor-faced Jillian Michaels is berating the contestants into working out. So this newly svelte woman is on the leg press (you know, the one where you sit and push the weights up with your legs). The camera zooms in on her huffing and puffing to get the weight up, sweat on her brow, eyes focused and alert. You can hear Jillian in the background barking orders in her man voice. Then the camera pans back and you see Jillian actually sitting on the weights.
And she pulls shit like this too She's a human torture device.
She's all, "I'm so skinny you can lift me too." I would punch her in the face and that would be the end of my short BL experience.
On that note, I hope you all eat your weight, and that of Jillian Michaels, in turkey and stuffing tomorrow.
A trip on a plane, a car, and a ferry. Cory just booked our tickets for 10 days in St. John, USVI, baby girl in tow. I can't wait. Luckily we plan things last minute, so I only need to wait about a month.
