MLK Weekend in Philadelphia
Before inauguration took us all to live in the upside down, Kyle and I got out of town and went up to Philly for a few days. I’ve been to Philly a bunch of times before, but it was nice to have a few days to explore new neighborhoods in the city. I ended up being sick while we were there and napping a lot, but we still had a great time. We spent one of our days in northern PA at a flea market and exploring some cute small towns along the Delaware river, which was a nice change of pace.
The best story from this trip, though, has nothing to do with Philadelphia. On our way up from DC, we decided to go through the eastern shore of MD and Delaware instead of just taking 95 up. The day before, I had looked up places to stop in Wilmington for lunch, and told Kyle that Wilmington came up in Google results as “Murder Town USA” since it has one of the highest murder rates in the country.
This is not what Kyle heard me say.
According to him, I said Wilmington is “Burger Town USA”. He then made a comment about whether Guy Fieri had been there, which didn’t make sense to me at the time so I kind of shrugged it off. He asked me half a dozen times during our drive where we were going for lunch, and if they had good burgers there; I figured he really wanted a burger for lunch, and said they probably did. When we got back in the car after lunch, Kyle said he was disappointed in the place I took us to because they didn’t have much of a burger selection at all, this being Burger Town USA, at which point I corrected him and explained the reason the neighborhood we were driving through looked so sketchy was that this was Murder Town USA.
Kyle was angry that I had directed us to a place where we were likely to get murdered for lunch, and I laughed so hard I cried for the next 30 minutes.
Women’s March on Washington
The Women’s March on Washington was one of the most incredible, powerful, affirming experiences I’ve ever been a part of. Even though we didn’t get to see or hear anything that was happening on the stage, that was only because the number of people who came completely shattered the number expected. When we finally started to head towards the White House, I remember looking up 7th street and seeing people all the way up to Chinatown, crowds into the horizon. I think the pictures really speak for themselves.
Hiking in Rock Creek Park
By the time this weekend rolled around, I couldn’t stand to be around the internet much longer. It’s been an unusually warm winter, so we went for a nice long afternoon hike through Rock Creek Park. It was great to get outside and away from it all for a few hours, but it did really make me want to get a dog.
The Uprooted Path 