Haha sooo Saturday. Saturday was the day that I got EPICALLY lost. Well, lost is the wrong word. I was very much in the place that I thought I was supposed to be, according to Google maps. Turns out Google maps LIED to me! H Street Festival was on the east side of town, not the west. After well over an hour of wandering around/a tourist giving me her map/a concierge calling a congresswoman in the apartment complex I stopped at for help for directions/ talking with a Metro employee who told me that "The closest Metro stop to there is still pretty far", I was tired and hungry to say the least. So I regrouped at the National Museum of the American Indian. Mary and some other people had raved about their cafe, so I had a late lunch there and then explored for the remaining two hours it was open.
Also, let's just talk about the photo of this buffalo burger. Mostly the fork. I mean, who uses a fork to spread their ketchup when knives were available? Apparently I do when I'm too hungry to notice.
Some new friends from the cruise met up with me at the museum right before it closed. Luckily, they had a car and a GPS app, so we were able to make it to the H Street Festival after all! Yes, it was five hours later than originally planned and just for the final hour, but I was still so excited! No way was the day ending without me making it there.
The night ended at Jennifer's birthday party, where I got to meet new people and make new friends! No photos, but trust me, it was hip.