Last night, while we were sitting on our blanket listening to the Shawn Colvin/Cowboy Junkies concert at Wolf Trap, I thought about how easy everything felt. Do you ever get that feeling where everything has converged nicely and you just aren’t bothered? Not by the heat, not by the mass of people, not by the case of “man, I’m old” that is brought on by the girl sitting one blanket over who has no idea what’s so funny about a Freebird joke? I had that feeling last night. I liked it just fine.
This morning we woke up and, as we were checking out of the motel, made reservations for next month. We didn’t take pictures of the room as I said we may since they’ve renovated and all the cheesy 1960s has been sanitized into a standard motel room. The rates are still fantastic but the cheese is gone. I was a little sad. We did take a picture of the room’s coffee pot so we could prove to the friend who is going with us next time that she can, indeed, fix herself a cup of coffee in our cheap little spot.
We feasted at Anita’s for breakfast and then hit Whole Foods and Balducci’s before heading home. I wasn’t able to find any Strongbow cider but we did get some more Stump Jump and Trinity Hill wine. We also got some really stinky cheese–it was kind of embarrasing to ask for help when the question is “what’s really stinky?” The kind cheesemonger knew what I meant and she recommended two different kinds. I grabbed the smellier of the two. Stay tuned for details.