Birthday corpses!

“And then you’ll go around a tree in the road,” she added.

Surely my Bluetooth was breaking up. A tree in the road. Sure. It was kinda funny, actually.

“I’m sorry . . . what was that?” I queried, wondering what Beth actually said.

“There’s this tree in the road. It narrows to one lane . . .”

I found myself wondering why someone didn’t remove the tree. I come from hurricane country. When a tree is in the road, it’s because a bad storm knocked it over but eventually someone goes out there with a chainsaw and gets some firewood out of it.

“It’ll make sense when you see it.”

I had my doubts. As promised, the road narrowed around what I can only assume was an historic tree, since it was not in fact lying across the road. It stood upright in the middle of what would have been my lane, the curb graciously curving around it.

We have a lot of historic stuff around the DC area but I can’t say I’ve seen a road narrow to accommodate a tree (because, let’s be honest, as serious as we are about history, we’re also serious about traffic). Whatever its significance, it left me laughing.

And thus began my birthday weekend of fabulousness. I cannot thank this lady enough for letting me monopolize her time and for creating a birthday adventure.

A few highlights:

We devoured some of the best cupcakes known to mankind. (I can neither confirm nor deny that I ended up with frosting on my nose. Didn’t even notice. It was that good.)

 Delicious cupcakes

Posed as corpses in an historic icebox (which, for all we know, has seen real corpses! And according to Beth, I make a convincing corpse. That’s going on my tombstone.).


And spent an afternoon at the beach (complete with sand in our teeth. Because you haven’t truly had a beach day until you’ve got sand in your teeth.).


In short, I had a fantastic birthday weekend.

More pictures of the adventure will be coming next week. (I’m going to be a tad busy this week, but I’ll tell you all about that on Thursday . . .)

imprisoned, part 2

Ready to finish our journey through Alcatraz? Keep your back to the wall and keep moving…




Not such an awful place. The gardens are actually quite lovely.

Alcatraz village

In fact, kids lived in this village. No joke. They’d take the ferry to school every day and then come home to where murderers lived 100 feet away. Can you imagine?


The sun shines on the guilty and the innocent with no bias.

ruin & beauty

Even in ruin, beauty.


Gotta love this warning. Nothing like the threat of imprisonment to keep a girl from busting someone out of the big house.

There ya have it. A photo-journey around the Rock. Without having to do time. 😉