My friends and I have an extensive shared Google Doc bucket list that we attempt to conquer each weekend. Sometimes our expectations fail to align with reality. This Saturday was one of those moments.
First, we visited the American Art Museum for the opening of Annie Leibovitz’s exhibit featuring photos from her latest book, Pilgrimage. I am an avid fan of her portraits and iconic images featured in Vanity Fair, among other publications.
This collection is a welcomed break from the mold. Leibovitz manages to ace an assignment celebrated photographer and professor Harry Callahan use to give his students — show humanness without photographing people. Leibovitz constructs human history through the photos of personal items and landscape. Such historical figures like Elvis Presley, Emily Dickinson, Sigmund Freud, and Thomas Jefferson make a non-appearance.
Later in the evening, we headed to the W Hotel for light fare and cocktails at the rooftop lounge, POV. Little did we know, we’d literally be seated on the rooftop.
Lo placed a reservation for three. We arrived on time in outfits reserved for special occasions in which someone would actually judge our effort. We stepped up to the hostess with their unnecessary earpieces.
“Follow me..” Out this way to the freezing-cold terrace that we’ve placed a flimsy, plastic covering around. And look, you can see the White House through the frost and icicles!
When we asked if we could be seated inside, seeing as we had made reservations, they abruptly informed us that “a reservation does not guarantee you a spot inside the lounge.”
We stayed anyway, for “the experience,” and sipped warm beverages that were rather delicious — try the Hot Buttered Rum and Winter Skin ($15). We waited until 9 p.m. when the lounge opened up for everyone, and while the DJ killed it, we were otherwise unimpressed by the touristy crowd and $15 vodka soda.
If you’re looking for the best view of our nation’s Capitol, opt for the National Cathedral instead — while it’s not as swanky, the panorama is equally spectacular and the “staff” much more pleasant.
After a five month (holy crap, it’s mid-January) hiatus, I’m shamefully returning to Tumblr eager to write again. No, this is not the result of a New Year’s resolution, I simply lost track of time. Life happened…
I started a full-time job as an assistant editor, and I can honestly say, I’m that jerk-off who absolutely loves their job. It took discovering the color of my parachute and several informational interviews, but here I am, an employed journalism grad killin’ it in the
moderately-sized big city.
I also moved out of my “glorified dorm room,” studio apartment, and have a much more spacious, garden-level apartment with a loft. Pictures and decorating tips on the way.
So far….. I’ve seen the holiday replicas of Bo, got freaky at the Newseum, went to my first lesbian bar, wore antlers to the Kennedy Center, danced like an idiot on H street, attended a polo gala in Georgetown, ate at Ben’s Chili Bowl, cheered on the Nationals and Caps, lost my way in Columbia Heights ( my this-isn’t-Madison reality check), got college crunk in Adams Morgan, countless other cliche D.C. activities… and I’m just getting started.
Adding to the list tonight.. cocktails at POV in the W Hotel.