Happy Birthday America!

On America’s birthday, what better way to celebrate than with a patriotic brunch and fireworks on the Mall? 

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The day began with a senic drive through Maryland. And sure, it may have taken an extra hour, but at least I avoided the holiday traffic!

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Evelyn and I picked up Sharlene and headed over to one of our favorite brunch spots, The Madhatter. Since the Madhatter clearly loves America, we were able to enjoy bottomless mimosas for quite a while. 

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Sharlene began to work the bar and made a few friends and we learned a some new street language from the kids. 
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After brunch we went to Sharlene’s for some Slutty Brownies and a short nap (passed out). Sharlene invited us to crash a BBQ she was going to attend. The hosts were lovely and fed us and made us feel very welcome. They invited us to stay and watch the fireworks. They have a lovely rooftop terrace AND they are on a hill, so I am sure the view would have been sweet. 

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But Evelyn and I were determined to make it to the Mall in time to watch the show with the huddled masses. We left the party, hoofed it to the U Street Metro, caught the first train in, hopped off at the Archives, trekked over to the Mall (doubletime!) and arrived about 30 seconds before the show began! 

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Twenty minutes later, we hoofed it back to Archives, caught the first train, and arrived back at the U Street stop before Sharlene had even left the party! And they said it couldn’t be done…

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About isherri

I'm a family engagement expert who travels for work and for pleasure. In fact, I’m half hippy, half clown, latte sipping, brunch munching, MINI driving, rabid social media enthusiast.
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