I don’t often go for sweet drinks but I’ve had a good score of these in my life.
Feeling festive, I picked up a bottle of Disarronno last week. I have a nagging cough this week, so I made this. Well, this is what’s left:
I didn’t feel like making simple syrup, though it REALLY is simple. I just wanted some lemony booze for this throat soreness:
1t fine sugar
1oz lemon juice
Shake it like a Polaroid picture.
Particularly being deer season…and speaking of my fear of large kangaroo.
The Canadian Embassy is ridiculously close to the Capitol building. I mean, granted we already share a border but if that’s the case, why didn’t I see Mexican flags flapping across the street?
I took this for Laurie!
And this one, too:
I walked around the taint and it’s less impressive. At first I thought these were Chinese Dogs but reckon being Rome, they’re Eagles.
*AussieEmJay & her Manservant referred to the Washington Monument as the phallus — or similar.
I thought that I posted about this already but must’ve dreamt it…
(link goes to a brief video of my ride…see? Windy!)
I felt rather jealous of the happy tourists, riding in these rickshaws! There’s got to be a better word but it’s a sulky pulled by a dude powering a bike.
Only in DC — for my first time ever — for a long weekend, I wanted to see as many things as possible. Usually, when travelling, I find a pub and piss days away, talking to locals. It’s a good way and my fave. However, I will play tourist on rare occasion!
This was one.
After hitting a few of the Smithsonian aggregate of museums, I REALLY wanted to see the Lincoln Memorial, at least. I felt it my civic duty. Really.
I was getting faint after the 5 hour, several circles of Hell (not all 7 but most) tour of the National Gallery. I talked the going rate of $75/ hr down to $15 for a 20 minute ride.
Several sites were pointed out but it was so bloody windy, I heard perhaps 1/2. I did get to see the White House, though!
Sort of. Welcome to post-911 America. If you can zoom and and squint, that’s the South side.
The best part? She’s #3niece!!!
AND nobody put her up to it and nobody knew! The wind blew it off the porch and Brother just found it today.
Backstory: the kids GREW THEIR OWN pumpkins. One was 2 feet across and white (‘ghost pumpkin’). The other two were comparably sized but normal orange. How so large? They grew on the compost heap!