Double D Adventure

I give you:

The replay of our frozen week in Washington, D.C. and Detroit, in words and pictures that cannot truly express how cold I was.

Let's get this inaugu-rager started!

Let’s get this inaugu-rager started!

But alright… Hyperbole aside, let’s start with the basics. We chose to take this dual-city trip at this (particularly ludicrous) time for three main reasons:

  1. My little sister, Sarah, started grad school at The American University’s Washington College of Law this past September, and we had yet to visit her in D.C.
  2. We didn’t make it to Michigan for Christmas this year, so we were in need of some Munga/grandparent time (the last time we left Gramps, remember, he was in the emergency room).
  3. The two biggest events in both Sarah’s town and Munga’s town happened to be taking place the same week in January: the presidential inauguration (D.C.) and the North American International Auto Show (Detroit), so we figured we’d, uh, have things to do?

(yeah — I actually thought you might think they inaugurated the president in Detroit…)

So, we waited for flight prices to drop (because we’re cheap), bought one ticket to hit both cities, answered a million questions about why on earth we chose Detroit in January, squeezed in way more than we said we would (as usual) in both places, did probably too much of it outside and improperly clothed, may have permanently lost feeling in a few digits, but still aren’t sorry we went.

And here I am, safely back in California, thawed out and able to tell the tale. PHEW.

DAY 1: Washington, D.C. Temperature: 35˚

Public transit, Sarah’s new apartment in Oxon Hill, cheesy Obama souvenirs, dinner out and partying downtown with very old friends…

Sarah and I with Sarah Trist in a bar full of white people. FYI: Our President may be black, but D.C. is full of white douchebags (with the exception of Sarah and Sarah; they're just white).

Sarah and I with Sarah Trist in a bar full of white people. FYI: Our President may be black, but D.C. is full of white douchebags (with the exception of Sarah and Sarah; they’re not douchebags – just white).

DAY 2: Annapolis, MD. Temperature: 50˚

The only oddly nice day of the whole trip! Sunshine in the Maryland capitol, haunted Colonial bars, Baltimore football fans, doggies and Navy cadets everywhere, Thomas Jefferson’s old hangout for dinner.

But looking through my hindsight goggles, we probably should have picked this day for the National Mall, instead… Hmm… 😐

Look at that blue sky! No, really -- look at it. You ain't gonna see much more of it...

Look at that blue sky! No, really — look at it. You ain’t gonna see much more of it…

DAY 3: Washington, D.C. Temperature: 34˚

Inauguration day. 16˚with windchill. Armored humvees in the street. Snipers on rooftops. People everywhere. Security checkpoint after security checkpoint. No open coffeehouses. Frozen tootsies. Shoulder to shoulder for hours in the cold with strangers. Warming up with Pam later that night. Everyone in a happy mood despite the cold, ‘cuz at least Mitt Romney ain’t prez!

I'm sure it'll only be like 20 minutes and they'll get everyone through...

I’m sure they’ll have everyone through in like 20 minutes…

Horsing around late night with Pam. She found us a bar with some non-white people in it!

Horsing around late night with Pam in the Metro station. She found us a bar with some non-white people in it!

DAY 4: Washington, D.C. Temperature: 19˚

6˚ with windchill. Too cold for the National Mall, but we did it anyway. In SIX DEGREES. But, I mean, Trent thought the National Mall was an actual shopping mall. Something had to be done about that.

My eyes were frozen before I wrapped the scarf around my head, so I couldn't see where I was going, anyway.

My eyes were frozen before I wrapped the scarf around my head, so I couldn’t see where I was going, anyway.

DAY 5: Novi, MI. Temperature: 12˚

Home in Michigan. No words to express how cold… Puzzles and bouncey zebra rides with the Frellick children, and then multiple blankets on our bed. Multiple.

Noah and I have the same  hair!

Noah and I have the same hair!

DAY 6: Detroit, MI. Temperature: 16˚

Auto Show day! Gramps on a motor scooter! Dinner with friends at The Garage and drinks at the good old Wagon Wheel.

Note this man is NOT in a hospital (although the way he drives that thing, we thought he might be headed back there)!

Note this man is NOT in a hospital (although the way he drives that thing, we thought he might be headed back there)!

The soft glow of neon at the good old Wheel...

The soft glow of neon at the good old Wheel…

DAY 7: Romeo and Ann Arbor, MI. Temperature: 30˚

Blizzard, all day long. We drove to Romeo (Romeo!) anyway, to see Uncle Barn and the fam, and then we drove BACK to Ann Arbor (Ann Arbor!). Giant 18-wheelers sloshing bathtub-sized loads of dirty snow on our windshield for hours on the road. So happy to eventually make it to Vince and Anna’s: we ordered Pizza House delivery, drank too much beer, and passed the eff out.

The artist teaching the little cousins a thing or two about beading.

The artist teaching the little cousins a thing or two about beading.

Our late arrival in the snow meant a few little people got to stay up way past their bedtimes...

Our late arrival in the snow meant a few little people got to stay up way past their bedtimes…

DAY 8: Birmingham and Livonia, MI. Temperature: 28˚

Last day. Henry Dabbs’ 6th birthday. Middle Eastern food to celebrate. More partying at Beth’s house in Livonia that night. Tucked in early under lots of blankets. Lots.

Portrait of Lisa and Kim by Henry Dabbs. Age: 6.

Portrait of Lisa and Kim by Henry Dabbs. Age: 6.

Beth held Christmas over just for us (well, not JUST for us, but we'll take it...)!

Beth held Christmas over just for us (well, not JUST for us, but we’ll take it…)!

Now that we’re home again, one thing has been decided: we are never moving back to Michigan. Eff that 12˚ and freezing rain and salt on my shoes and shit.

But, how’s this… From now on we’ll only go back in summer, so we can all pretend like maybe we’ll still move back someday… Because we love you all so.

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See all our pics of the two D-towns here.

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9 thoughts on “Double D Adventure

  1. Margaret Wisniewski says:

    Okay, I admit that Detroit in the wintertime is not for everyone. But it does have some attractions, such as being able to go somewhere besides the hospital emergency room and the auto show, which I enjoyed far more than I thought I would. I also liked the idea that Trent got to see it for the first time and any artist has to appreciate the design implications of all those sexy cars and surreal backdrops.

    I am also struck by how much Sarah Trist looks like her mom! Do you think people say that about us? Doubt it! You look like your dad, Lisa. And Sarah looks like Grandma Jane.

    I was pleased to see all the security in Washington DC, as I thoroughly expected someone to attempt an assassination on the president, and I didn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. Although it was freezing, at least you had all those warm bodies to pack in with on the mall, and you had a chance to be part of history. Not everyone can say they attended a presidential inauguration.

    You and Noah Frellick have the same hair!

    You and Trent would make good art teachers some day. You have patience with children and a refreshing quality that allows you to play with them endlessly while their poor tired parents get a break. You should consider this as a retirement career option.

    Thanks for stopping by to see the “peeps” too! Pictures are great!

    Having your eyes frozen shut is not nearly as uncomfortable as having your nose and mouth freeze. Next time, I will make sure you have the proper protective equipment to tour Detroit in the winter. Look at it this way……. you saved money!

    We love you and miss you, and I will be back to CA before the year ends. I promise!

    Love,

    MI Mom

    • lisatemp says:

      Ha ha. We bailed on that line after three hours, remember? But it was fun being there with all the rabid Obamaphiles. Not sorry we went.

      Please send us proper protective equipment for next time. 🙂

  2. victrola72 says:

    hahahaha – when Lisa posted your prom pic, I wondered what Lisa was doing in the prom dress! You do, indeed, look alike.

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