If Erin ever tells you that she can't sing she is fibbing. That girl can ROCK That's the Night that the Lights Went Out in Georgia. The dramatic whispering on the part about the blood on the sheriff's hands was the icing on the cake. I could hardly hear her because Abby and I were screaming with laughter at that point!
Saturday we hit Alexandria, National Cathedral, Chevy Chase, Ikea, and all points in between. Steve was a trooper - and it was on HIS birthday!!
Steve did "get some of his own back," as Eliza Doolittle would say, on Sunday when he delivered the sermon and made everyone cry.
Then Abby, Erin and I went to H & M which was a complete bust. BOO H&M. but we were able to twirl on the Metro and share our fabulousness with the unwashed masses of DC.
Sunday evening after a relaxing glass of wine or three, Erin again entertained us with her musical stylings of "This Little Light of Mine." Apparently Abby had never heard the verse about Don't let Satan Blow It Out! Our musical horizons were indeed broadened. Betty, David, Sue, and Mike arrived for dinner and the fun really began. David called Steve the next day to tell him that his jaw and ribs hurt from laughing so much! And since he is the priest we are all absolved!!!
We slept in Monday morning and then off to Annapolis for lunch at Phillips! The crabcakes were YUM-O! Then, sadly, Erin and Abby had to be at the airport.
So much fun my little friends...and so many quotes to be listed by Abby!