We just said good-bye to Randy and Francesco, who flew down from Ottawa for the Canadian long weekend. Randy is our affable, down-to-earth, but often flamboyant financial planner, and a weekend with him is virtually non-stop! We drank much wine and ate delicious food (including an epic dinner at Cork, fancy drinks at midnight on the gorgeous patio of the Blue Duck Tavern and a pretty Parisian lunch at LaRuche in Georgetown), stayed up late, biked around the sights (courtesy of Adam, our energetic tour guide), saw the Air and Space Museum and the national gallery, shopped at J. Press, cooled off in the Phillips Gallery and talked about everything under the sun and moon.
Randy capped the weekend with an impromptu (and secret) stop into the English Rose Garden in Georgetown, leaving Francesco and I combing the block for him after we had covered a street full of antique stores. And then, out he bounded, carrying a tall glass vase full of bouncy pink peonies and white tulips. A gift, for me, which he carried all the way back to our condo.
That's Randy. And that was quite a weekend. P.S. Francesco, the cats miss you already.
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