But Hannah had some meetings there, so Pete and I got a cheap flight with wonderful Spirit Airways ("Would you like a drink of water? That'll be $3.") and joined her in a swanky hotel downtown. Because as you know: if Chevron's payin', David's stayin'.
The main purpose of our trip was to meet up with some old friends, starting with Ethan, Pete's bestie from Silver Spring school. It took all of one second for them to warm up to each other after six months apart and soon they were terrorising the Postal Museum - an old favourite - as if no time had passed. Luckily it was empty, being a week day, and the security guards were not afraid to ask two four-year-olds to stop running and shouting. Hands-off parenting.
The next day was sunny and slightly warmer so we went to check that all the monuments were still in place, because someone said they might be removed. You're not allowed to get close to the White House anymore, but thankfully Washington, Lincoln and Jefferson aren't so picky about the public.
Hannah's work ended on Friday, meaning that we had to do things on our own dollar the final night. By that I mean we phoned the Muckers and told them we were coming to stay, and their hospitality was as warm and lubricating as ever.
While Hannah got a nice luxurious flight home, Pete and I were back on Spirit all the way down to George Bush airport. It was nice to visit Outside Texas, as we now call it, but much better (and warmer) to be home. Y'all.
Mind if I make myself comfortable? Pete likes the idea of working for mummy's company when he's older.
They moved the Statue of Liberty into the Museum of American History.
That slogan, it seems so familiar, I just can't think where...
A white squirrel! Immediately posted to Facebook as THE most amazing thing on the trip.
Union Station.
Boys together. Joy.
Pete makes his political choice.
Well hello Mr Lincoln.
Ah, finally, a smidgen of civilisation.
