A Stroll Through Childhood

Despite a terrible cold, I felt well enough to have a busy weekend with the help of apple cider vinegar, a pinched nose, and a tablespoon of honey. Natalie, Ali, and I are all interning for an event planning company, VME Events (like us on Facebook!), and as our first team outing, we planned a night in DC. In the late afternoon on Friday, we met Val, our boss (and good friend), at her apartment and then drove together to the Helix hotel.


We had tickets to see the mind reader Josh Norris perform, but since we arrived a few hours before the show and were hungry, we decided to order dinner at the hotel.


The four of us enjoyed dinner and drinks on the patio, and even met another magician beforehand.

Luckily, none of us were called on stage (one guy had to take a shot of Bourbon and shoot a staple gun at the magician’s neck) since we strategically sat a few rows back. I was grossed out when Josh inhaled a string through his nose and pulled it out of his eye, but it was an awesome performance.


We also had the chance to meet Josh and an Obama impersonator afterwards!

On Saturday, Natalie and I went to Weber’s Farm with my best friend Emily. I hadn’t been to the local farm since I was in elementary school, so it was fun to spend the afternoon there!



We went straight for the food—Natalie and I both tried their homemade apple cider doughnuts while Emily had an apple cider slushie.


There was a long line for the hayride, so we instead visited the pumpkin patch of nursery rhymes.


My favorite were the three little pigs!

Though we didn’t buy any pumpkins to carve, we were amused by their size and our [in]ability to lift them.


Since we were a bit older than the general crowd, we skipped the barnyard activities and left after shopping in the general store.

We were near the neighborhood where I grew up, so as nostalgia struck, I decided to drive by my old house. The three of us creepily sat in my car, reminiscing and telling Emily stories from my childhood. After contemplating for a solid five minutes, we decided to take a risk and knock on the door.

We expected an old, grumpy man to answer the door and kick us off of his property, but much to our surprise, we were greeted by four little eager kids. The parents were kind enough to let us inside to see all of the changes that have occurred over the past twelve years. It was such a weird feeling to be in a house where we made so many memories, yet not recognize anything. It was sad to see our favorite part of the entire house completely transformed—my dad designed and built an addition so that we could have a hot tub inside of the house, but it had since been made into a playroom.

Have you ever visited an old house? Were you able to go inside?


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