Taxi rides are different here.

My first night in DC I learned that in no way do chicken wings and Pinot Noir go together. I am not really sure how it is that I stumbled upon the combination to begin with but 14 hours of flying, swollen legs, a silent cab ride and no eating options other than a sports bar led me into the unfortunate situation.  DC was a treat, the weather was perfect, the Potomac was beautiful and diner at Filamina's was delicious.  I can imagine living in Georgetown.  It reminded me of parts of Portland that I love.  However I do not think that I would even be able to afford a flat that was larger than 300 square feet....but it would still be fun....if I was 22.   So I loved my trip to DC.  It was filled with so many funny times with a few long lost friends from McMinnville, Oregon.  Maybe it was the kind of fun that does not need to be repeated.  There were drive through beer stores in PG Town (that Taxi's drive through), stranded in the subway playing charades and peeing pants...that is all I can say!