I flew out to DC for a weekend (well, 24 hours) to attend the astonishingly wonderful party that my company puts on for clients and crew around the holidays. I tried to take advantage of the gorgeous weather and delightful company: I wandered downtown, popped into the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History, had a solo Robyn dance party at the hotel, convinced a dapper DC friend to keep me company at the event, and concluded the night with a decidedly not-solo dance party later on.
|Ice skating the sculpture garden, naturally.
|A good sign.
|Hi, Smithsonian! I have a moment...
|Must get to the hotel! Subway it is.
|Get ready, arm myself with sparkles!
|Reindeer ice sculpture shot luge, a must for every holiday occasion.
|As is a hand-painted leopard-print toilet!