DC: Final Thoughts

There's a few things about DC I don't ever want to forget:

First, I had such an incredible time with my cousin Melanie. We are less than a month apart in age, and spent quite a bit of time together as children. It's funny how those childhood experiences can continue to knit us together decades and decades later, as we laughed about Ginger (our "pig-dog"), the good times at Lehi Pool, and how we think of our own moms every time we holler, "Get on the stick!" at our kids. I have not laughed so much in a long, long time.

The second thing is a little random, but it has to be said. The doctor who sewed up Kiki's head was none other than Dr. Warren Willey, author of "What Does Your Doctor Look Like Naked?" and "Better Than Steroids." He's obviously on to something, since he looks like this:

And no, his face doesn't matter.

He's actually a really nice guy, Liza swears it.

Okay, back to happier thoughts in case bodybuilders aren't your bag. The last few things I want to remember are these:

1. Bruce loses all chivalry on public transportation. I think the subways remind him of his days in England, when he wasn't slowed down by a wife. So, when the doors open, he splits. He would literally be 40 feet away before he'd think to look back to see if I made it off. Which I did, every time, so maybe it's a little needy of me to feel I need to be shepherded off of the bus.

2. Bruce and I have radically different approaches to a time change. I changed my watch en route to Baltimore, and make a complete mental switch. I live and die by the time in my current location. Bruce, however, will not change his watch. He looks at it, the wheels spin a minute, and he asks himself if 10:00 a.m. on his watch means he should be eating breakfast or lunch. It's hard to decide, because no matter what, he remains tied to the clock at home. There we were in Georgetown at the Naval Observatory, which is the keeper of our national clock. The "official time" is on a giant digital display outside of the gates, and Bruce says, "But what time is it REALLY?"

3. It was a star-studded trip back home. On the subway, I saw Mickey Rourke, if he was homeless, 40 lbs overweight, and wearing shorty-shorts. At the airport I saw Nicole Richie 30 years from now. Also, on the subway, a black guy with a mohawk totally hit on me. In the interest of full disclosure, however, I will admit that he was obviously mentally disabled, and it was indeed his companion who translated, "He's saying, 'CALL ME!'"

4. I kind of gave Bruce a hard time above, but I had a great time with him. I feel really lucky that a week long vacation with my husband is such a treat. I truly enjoy his company, and I hope we can do it again soon.