My daughter’s soccer team was playing in a pre-season tournament in Arlington this weekend. Serendipitously, The Wolves, a Pulitzer-nominated play about a girls’ high school travel soccer team, was having its final run this weekend at the Studio Theatre in DC. My sister got tickets for the three of us and we decided to tell my daughter only that she had a surprise in store.
I picked her up early from school on Friday to make sure we would beat the traffic and make it to DC on time. As we walked to the car, she asked, “So are you going to tell me now what the surprise is, or are you going to make me wait until we get there to find out?”
“You’re just going to have to wait till we get there,” I said, “But remind me…you’ve never had an allergic reaction to any anesthetics, right?”
She merely smirked and rolled her eyes at my clumsy attempt to throw her off the scent.
It took me to Ruckersville to come up with a second gambit: “Hey! You really like organ meat, don’t you?”
“What’s organ meat?” she asked me, not even looking up as she tap tap tapped away on her phone.
“You know…like, intestines, brain, heart, liver, kidney…,” I said, forcing down the wicked laughter that was bubbling up inside me.
“I’d gladly try organ meat,” the little saucepot replied serenely, not even glancing up from her phone, “but I haven’t yet had the opportunity to eat it.”
“DAMMIT!” I cursed inwardly, frustrated by the girl’s infernal insouciance.
I brooded over the problem all the way up Route 29 until we reached Culpeper, when a devious idea began to form in my brain.
“You did remember to bring a fancy dress and your nice shoes, right?” I casually asked.
My girl whose standard uniform consists of sweatpants and a t-shirt dropped her phone and whipped her head around to look at me with a horrified expression: “Wait, WHAT?!”
Ah, sweet victory!
“OK, you really got me that time,” she said. We collapsed in a paroxysm of laughter, and I could finally relax for the rest of the trip!
Our first stop was the W Hotel and the POV rooftop lounge:
Everything was delicious, but I’m going to dream about the Buñuelo Fritters for the rest of my life. They tasted like impossibly scrumptious, warm air.
The pop up “Museum of Contemporary American Teenagers” at the Studio Theatre
The play was amazing!
The tournament didn’t begin until the late afternoon, so we had all morning to relax…
Grandpa & Grandma tested out the new leg massage contraption their favorite son sent them…
Lunch at Rice Paper, Grandma’s favorite Vietnamese restaurant in the Eden Center in Falls Church:
My girl’s own cheering squad, including her grandparents, my sister, and my BFF, turned out in the bitter cold to root for her team…
The girls advanced to the finals with two wins under their belts.
Because of Daylight Savings, we woke up ten minutes before we had to leave for the first game of the day.
We raced out the door with my dad, who decided to play hooky from church to join us on the field. I can’t emphasize enough how exceedingly rare and hardly-to-be-believed-bordering-on-miraculous this was.
This man skipped church, sat in the freezing cold, and used a porta potty. Now that‘s true love.
Good thing they won!