That time I went to DC and didn't tell my parents

Yeah. I did that. Flew from Atlanta to Baltimore at the ripe age of 19 without telling my parents. Whoops. Just kidding, I actually told my mom when I was in the terminal and my Dad... well I'm still not sure if he knows about it.

I went to visit one of my very best friends from High School, who was going to college at the Naval Academy in Annapolis. I flew out of Atlanta eeeeaarrlly Saturday morning and landed in Baltimore a little before lunch. Since it was a little over a thirty minute drive to Annapolis, I decided it would be better to rent a car than to take a taxi or bus. I had paid for the car and made all the arrangements before hand and when I went to the rental place, all I had to do was show my ID and sign the papers. ONE little problem though...you have to be 21 to legally rent a car. I was 19. The salesman was like, sorry 'bout it, and pretty much blew me off. Aw hail naw. I pitched the biatch fit of all biatch fits and long story short, got the car.

The Harbor

After walking around the harbor for a little while, we got lunch. My first time trying sushi!

What was I thinking before? This shiz changed my life.

We then made our way to the Naval Academy campus.

 

This chapel is on the campus, and on graduation day has wedding after wedding, since the students aren't allowed to be married while at school (I think?) so they all line up after graduation to be married.

 

The next day we ventured to D.C. since I had never been. We saw all of the usual sights and monuments.

Capitol Building

 

Washington Monument

 

Lincoln Memorial. This was as close as we got. Those stairs did not look fun.

 

A mask inside the Native American museum where we ate lunch.

 

We had such a great time walking around and seeing everything.

 

The only time we saw the White House was in our crazy taxi ride home. If we didn't leave soon, we I would miss my flight and that would have been bad. So instead of walking the five miles back to the car, we took a cab. Worst. Decision. Ever. This man was a lunatic and I swear we were almost killed on at least three occasions.

 

My "driving in an unfamiliar town during rush hour" face.

 

In the end, I made my flight home and made it back to Alabama in once piece. It was a great weekend trip and I'd do it again in a heartbeat. Annapolis is such a charming town. And of course there is so much more that I want to see and do in D.C. (hello Georgetown Cupcakes). Needless to say, I'm sure there will be a return trip in my future.

 

Linking up with Helene and Lisette. Happy Tuesday!