Really that should be IAD, since technically, I’m flying into Dulles, not National. I mean, Reagan. Is it Reagan now?

I can never keep that straight. Too many formative years of growing up in the DCA and my brain just won’t make the switch.

So, it should be rather obvious that today, I am off to D.C. Seeing my Maman! How thrilled am I?!

I’ll just say more thrilled than having ice cream cake, dark chocolate, a pinwheel, lindt milk chocolates and triple chocolate cake {do we see a theme here?} all at once. Which is what happened on my birthday. Amazing I didn’t o.d.

Brother is taking me to the airport at noon, which means I need to kick this motha up into high gear and get my yoga on and pack. I have roughly an hour and a half. Plenty of time. Plenty.

I’m excited for our weekend reunion and being back in D.C. in Springtime … nothing quite like it. This might just call for some Waterfront action this evening.

Who knows what two girls like ourselves will get into in the big city?