So when I mentioned that Swede and I went bowling at the White House, I left out the part about how he scored a strike on his first roll.
That’s right, all. I’m dating the Big Lebowski.
As such, we felt is on right that we celebrate with white russians afterward. Well, he celebrated with a white russian. I had a glass of cabernet.
Either way, the celebratory merriment happened at POV, where we’ve wanted to go for some time now. It’s often touted as having the best views in DC. “You can see into the Obama’s backyard!” is a common descriptor. And you…can…kind of. Really, you can see straight onto the roof of the Treasury. And from another vantage point you can see the Washington monument, the Capitol, planes landing at Reagan, and the general buzz of city life.
And it really is one of the best views I’ve had the pleasure of seeing, with the lights in the bar dimmed, and the lights outside glowing bright.
“This is a pretty great view,” Swede and I agreed.
And as an added bonus, we got to cross one more place off our ever-growing list of “Places To Go And Things To Do.”