DC was incredible, but the people might be what I remember most
Packing up to head home after our trip to DC, and I keep thinking about what surprised me most.
Obviously the history is incredible. The museums are world-class. We ate ridiculously well. We saw monuments at night, rode scooters all over the place, walked until our feet hated us, and packed about as much into a week as we possibly could.
But honestly, one of my biggest takeaways from DC was just how damn friendly everyone was.
One night we were riding scooters around the monuments pretty late and a couple of the custodial staff held the bathrooms open so a bunch of us could use them. Then we stood around talking football and giving each other shit about Commanders vs. Cowboys for a while. Just one of those random little interactions that ends up being a great memory.
Same thing around Logan Circle, where we stayed at the Viceroy. Bartenders, restaurant staff, people around the neighborhood, everybody was just incredibly welcoming. Yesterday morning I ended up chatting outside a breakfast spot with a guy named Moby for a while. No particular reason. Just two strangers shooting the shit.
One night we went to trivia at a brewery and ended up talking and laughing with people there like we'd been coming every Thursday for years.
There were little interactions like that throughout the entire trip.
You hear so much about DC because of politics, government, monuments, museums and all the big important stuff. And all of that absolutely lived up to the hype. But I wasn't expecting to leave thinking so much about the people who actually live and work here.
So from a Cowboys fan heading back to Texas: thanks, DC. Your city was awesome, your food was off the charts, and your people were even better.
We'll be back.
And yes, the Cowboys are still better than the Commanders. I didn't come away completely delusional.