Putting the city in City Mouse Country

I went to DC last weekend. I've been trying to think about how to write about it, and I haven't come up with anything brilliant in a week, so, you know, we default to bullet points.

I:

• Saw 32 old friends, ranging in age from roughly 2 to roughly 90
• Met 4 new ones, ranging in age from roughly 4 weeks to roughly 30 years
• Missed a whole lot more
• Lunched with a cousin
• Breakfasted with my parents
• Incited my goddaughters to a screaming fit 
• Got a pedicure
• Made a new life plan
• Got a fantastic massage
• Lost at poker
• Had a few drinks
• Had a million laughs
• Went to church
• Got my hair cut
• Finished one book
• Started another
• Encouraged others to move to Framingham
• Wore flip-flops (perhaps ill-advisedly)

I also gained some pretty earth-shaking new perspectives on a bunch of stuff and had. a. blast.

The result is that it's been kind of a funny near-week since then: a little bit floaty, quite a bit smiley, and deeply warm with the reminder of how much I gained from my city life. It won't be a year and a half before I go back again.