DC traffic is not for the faint of heart.
I needed to get a bridesmaid’s dress for my best friend’s wedding this fall. Given a color palette, we got to choose our own dresses and of course I picked one that was overpriced but really cute and hopefully I can wear more than once. Unfortunately, it required a trip to Northern Virginia, which I usually try to avoid at all costs.
After an 8am spin class on Saturday, we hopped in the car thinking we would get to Georgetown with a plan, and get the heck out of there within a few minutes. Just kidding because Trump decided to be in Fredericksburg the same day and our 1.5 hour trip turned into forever so add it to the list of reasons why I hate him. After sitting in traffic, a random nose bleed (while wearing white pants, because my luck is nonexistent lately), we finally made it. I was hangry but I found my dress (while having the worst attitude, so I’m sorry Michael).
I was hot and tired but knew we still had to swing by Ikea on the way home to get the last piece of furniture needed for our new apartment — a table for the sunroom! (I found this apartment tour on Apartment Therapy and I NEEDED the same kitchen setup in our sunroom, and that table was the missing piece.) But then, as we were heading to the car & Michael ran into a random storefront to get me napkins in case my nose decided to bleed again, he actually stumbled into the most magical thing of all time: mini chocolate croissants at Paul. I’ve now learned that this is a chain so I wish we had one in Richmond because there is nothing better than having a chocolate croissant and not even hating yourself afterwards.
While our little adventure to the depths of hell AKA DC was stressful, it was super successful because aside from knowing that mini chocolate croissants do exist, my dress should arrive in the mail today and I am blogging from our new sunroom. What a good day.